‘Going out used to mean getting off the internet, but the web follows you wherever you go nowadays.’
It’s a sticky business a bit like flies and wasps around a jam pot. You are a player wasp whose here to have fun – I am a fly trying to escape but sucked in by the fumes.
Some are making hay
Others are here to pray
to those horse Gods of old
somehow left out in the cold
It’s a roundabout of reasons
and whether your neigh or nay
it’s all a form of horse play
with teasing,
and it’s hard not to stay.