Bargain Basement - Poem by Patti Masterman
The world, it will come
Nosing round your bargains
Your basements, debasements
Is there news, is there goods-
Dirt, in the corners
Between the fingers;
Dirty mouths, dirty words
Dirty somethings, they must have did?
In the basement, beneath the ground
And who told who, so who knows something;
Gossip that goes round often gets changed
Into something more obscene,
More atrociously delicious-
All those dirty dishes
We ate of just the same.
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