Matthew Holloway

Gold Star - 6,815 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Sale - Poem by Matthew Holloway

there's a sale on
and all the people rush
to grab what they can
while they can
and all they can
elbows fly and dig
hands drag back
and feet kick out
people have lost sense
of mind and civility
its like being on a farm
all those pigs in filth
not caring for the world
only to be fed
there's a sale on
and I'm not going
not for all the savings
you could promise me

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 20, 2015

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