Douglas Scotney

Gold Star - 33,197 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

Poetmother In Rags At The Doors Of Ikea - Poem by Douglas Scotney

My daughter lives in there.
There's no way I could stay:
Look at what I'm wearing,
Even though I gave my daughter.

You see all my sin.
No way could I fit in.
But still,
I have given daughter,

So stand aside!
I will not be denied
A little look inside
What I've given daughter.

Comments about Poetmother In Rags At The Doors Of Ikea by Douglas Scotney

  • (9/13/2012 8:17:00 AM)

    A good write of retail social stratification and aspirants socio economic status realising segregation. An ancient and enduring circumstance. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 8, 2012

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