Soap Opera - Poem by Phil Soar
The man stood on his soap box,
And surveyed the swelling crowd,
Then looking up into the sky,
Began to say aloud:
'I have no time for innocence,
No need for fornication,
I have no need to take a pee,
When the train is in the station.
I have no need to pray to god,
No need to thank the lord,
I'm out to screw the taxmen,
For all they can afford,
But first I need financial aid,
And my friends that comes from you',
He looked down at the swelling crowd,
But all they said was 'coo'
They were all pigeons
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