Down and Out –

I had a plastic container, used it for copper collecting
I was always behind with current events, always yesterday’s newspapers for bed-lining, and for my shoes, to drink the water in them
My country’s electricity stopped for me, knew then I was ‘special’, my hair was happy to be alive again
I was picking up radio stations starring ‘Jesus Christ Almighty!’ and happy sounding product magnificence.
I licked fast food from the inside of street vendor’s bin-bag, he kept watching me, handkerchief shielding his sensitive lips
He didn’t contest my Will when I died.

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