I’ve been searching for the reason.
But I was parked on Sheppard Street.
There was nothing new that season.
Just the woke and no new beat.
There was screaming amidst the madness.
A steel jacket filled the hole.
Then, a shot broke up the sadness.
All that stress had took a toll.
The cleaner is working overtime.
The unions gave the nod.
We all know it’s Easter somewhere.
Not much talk of him or God.