Friday, 4 May 2012

Some Things Never Change

I wake up, enriched by the aroma

Of success that clings to my sheets. Getting
Up, I dress myself in fitting attire –
Fitting for a man of my stature. Bold
And proud I stride into a clean and
Sanitary world for I created it.
I am responsible for the singing
Birds and dancing trees.


I glide over the glittering pavements
That reflect my endless endeavours. Emitting
From the polished grates comes the tune of Mother
Nature, she thanks me. I wash away sins
And caress the tar. My sack fills with
Hypodermics and fags – lovingly scraped
Up by me whilst I clutch industrial strength
Disinfectant in front of me.


by Jack Colley