Not Their Fault At All, Really
When down-and-outs start trading shins
And thrusting out their pointed chins
Dispute the ownership of bins
Routinely
Then we who live our lives in fear
Of owning pictures by Vermeer
Or swilling down the foaming beer
Obscenely
| Contributors: | loaf, F, P, N. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd October 2003. |