Stellar stuff
Diogenes
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In the centre of the city at the cross
is a man Diogenes suited and booted
he rifles through a bomb proof bin
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He pulls out an arm with a half squashed
sandwich a bite mark at corner and waves it
at a thick lipsticked woman on stilt heels
and twists crust points it like judges finger
Men don’t think about sex every ten
seconds they think where’s my socks
where’s my lunch and I’m late for work
An office lady staring at him scrunches the paint
on her face leaving mud banks at corners
of eyes she veers away from the soggy
lettuce and floppy bread tumbling like a clown
Do you mind I’m on my lunch break
hold my calls!
Diogenes smears mayonnaise…
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