Tesco: A Prayer

Again, a very rough draft, i haven't written poetry in ages so any advice and criticism is most welcome!!




Oh Lord, I beg forgiveness for
Whatever sins I’ve done
I know I’m not a bad person
But I’m certainly no nun

But what have I done to deserve this?
I honestly can’t tell
Oh Lord, I pray you’ll save me
From this aggravating hell

The people look so dirty and
They all speak ‘yeah, lyk dis’
As they swagger around in tracksuits
And drag behind them seven kids

Every isle it seems is full of scum
And the shelves empty of food
And I swear I’m being followed
By some one-eyed pervy dude

They barge me with baskets and trollies
I feel my patience wearing thin
As the vultures prey on the remnants
Of the ‘reduced to Clear!’ rubbish bins

After fighting tooth and nail just
To grab a ready meal
With people kicking me in the ankles
I think I’ve finally had my fill

But it’s at least a fifteen minute wait
At the checkout, in the queue
As people fumble with their wallets
As payment now is due

But then he automatic doors slide open
With freedom on the other side
I run across and find my car
Lock myself in and hide

If Dante knew of supermarkets
He would have surely written so
For if I had to choose between hell or Tesco?
I know where I would go!