Inspired by a local Thanet writers recent work on the subject of desperation in a small town - A short story of scavengers in a small town - J A Dumairier.
No hiding place for the hungry
Those not yet pull down, smirking
Look down upon those desspret
Among them
So despret, they envy the scaverging
Gulls, and pigeons, knowing at least
Those birds will eat, all day and night long
The despret, wait for a call from the local food bank
That call seems ages now so long seems the last time
The desperarto call that morning at just after nine AM
Woman said; '' I'll call you bay this affternoon ''
Afternoon now, as yet no call back
The dessperarto, resits, the temptashan to check
The food banck has the number
Not so despret, to go on the rob, has some pride!
Steeling just to eat, is not the dessperato way, rather die of hunger, than resalt to nicking
Dont do drugs, are cans of larger, smoks true
Just to eate
Will not ask anyone if they could help out, not risk loose the few freinds, that remain
Waits and waits, waites some more, enveys the guls and pigans, who will not go Hungrey this day and night
Bends pride, why the call was made to the food bank this morning
Waites and waites, waites some more
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2017-06-26 at 16:27
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ISLE OF THE DESPRET!
The town filling with desperationNo hiding place for the hungry
Those not yet pull down, smirking
Look down upon those desspret
Among them
So despret, they envy the scaverging
Gulls, and pigeons, knowing at least
Those birds will eat, all day and night long
The despret, wait for a call from the local food bank
That call seems ages now so long seems the last time
The desperarto call that morning at just after nine AM
Woman said; '' I'll call you bay this affternoon ''
Afternoon now, as yet no call back
The dessperarto, resits, the temptashan to check
The food banck has the number
Not so despret, to go on the rob, has some pride!
Steeling just to eat, is not the dessperato way, rather die of hunger, than resalt to nicking
Dont do drugs, are cans of larger, smoks true
Just to eate
Will not ask anyone if they could help out, not risk loose the few freinds, that remain
Waits and waits, waites some more, enveys the guls and pigans, who will not go Hungrey this day and night
Bends pride, why the call was made to the food bank this morning
Waites and waites, waites some more
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 555 times
Written on 2017-06-26 at 16:27
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