Tuesday, April 17, 2012


A busker in the subway.
A drug-pusher too.
Above, in cold light of day,
no traffic stops for you.
Along her ladyship strolls
in a coat of mink.
She climbs into a Rolls
and it makes you think
of the beggar who is blind;
penniless and unable to see
the posh-lady on your mind.
A woman of such luxury.
Blind to the priest too -
like him on bended knees -
praying for the prostitute
and confessing to impure deeds.
A roof-top sniper fires.
An assassin he's now become.
A foreign diplomat falls.
City shoppers sure do run.

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