Poem -
Observations
A supermarket car park, Enfield.
The scavenger crow limps upon his infested feet, Plucking his Stained feast from the waste of man.
Discarded wrappings torn, painted in leftover paste, rapidly erased within his acidic gut.
Another featherd foe satisfied by our disregard, regurgitating our existence to his hungry young.
A worker appears with plastic in tow,
I can smell his nicotine gums,
I can taste his monster breath,
His performance is minimum wage.
He tip toes around the scrap, Thinking his soles are clean,
Picking with yellow finger nails,
Barely present.
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Comments
Wow wow!! I adore everything about this write ...to the message relayed within and the utter contempt conveyed. The apathy of mankind utterly present in the apathy of the minimum wage worker. Your word choices and style of the write. I can't award it enough stars...it leaves a taste in the mouth x
So very powerful with superb imagery, brilliant poem. š¹
This really is a bit special .. and well worthy of all the accolades bestowed .. NevilleĀ