Prime Time

I must write to Points Of View- a few points,
I don't want to watch someone with their hand
up a cow's backside when I'm eating my stick
of celery on a Sunday evening - please reschedule.

I remember my prime times, so many, in colour,
luckier than many; I just read a poem about rich
and their clipped hedges, another strange moan,
I am rich in spirit, compassionate, not envious.

I rescheduled many times to satisfy my who,
it's imperative, necessary, it's what you have to do;
of course, I could change channel, why should I?
you're forcing me to walk when I'd prefer to fly.

Ah, the old scenery has gone, since you came along,
praise the Lord, someone listened, knew they were wrong.