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A piece of slam poetry written for the Monday Writeclub….
Passing down the road,
he seemed such a gent,
and then – passing a bin – a deliberate act,
created reactions – obvious fact –
A Michelin man – bobble hat and all
about to see his value fall
off to the match, with his fish and chips –
as soon as the last chip had passed his lips –
falling to the floor a greasy mass –
merely a foot from a bin by the grass –
walked away briskly, to get to the game
leaving leftover bits to the neighbours shame
match programme and ticket held safely away
so why did you drop your pre-match food tray?
expectation – their thought – you would aid their cause –
so he’d get to the game early – mate, don’t expect applause…
The Inkwell 