Polythene Straightjacket Poem by Tom Priestley

There is a myriad of possibility
For you to become stricken by poverty
To find yourself one day comin the aisles
Of discount food outlets
Searching the iron bins
For that usmoked cigarettes
While praying to God that someone left a bag of cash
In the doorway of your home
Don't rule out the decadence that awaits
After that one bad turn
It might just be your undoingAnd drive you to the fitted jacket
And polythene bag