Surplus books
Scatter overpriced side tables
Side thoughts
Thought about
Too much
And walking past her
Who begs in a pitied hell
As the pits of olives
Drop from fed mouths
They read (loud)
‘You have too much
Time and money’
And she whispers (quiet)
‘Spare change, sir’
LED walkways
For hot totties
Drinking hot toddies
By the fern
Which slowly dies
But will be replaced tomorrow
By someone who dreamt
Of starting a business
By selling life to offices
But spends each day
Collecting and burying
The dead
