sunny morning
I can just see it from the loo
Morrison's garden salad
© Rachel Green May 2025
VIII.II
“He didn’t seem the nicest sort of man,”
She says while pocketing her purchase.
Except for the chocolate, which she holds in her hand
To give the television ad lip service.
“He’s a racist bigot and I wish he’d move away,
But I really can’t survive without his money
A bottle of hard spirits that he buys here every day
And all the digs and comments he thinks funny.”
“I’ve seen him hereabouts,” she says, “and all his skinhead mates,
who I’ve seen downing pints inside The Crown;
I’ve heard them chanting slogans at the football stadium gates
They don’t like anyone who comes from out of town.”
© Rachel Green May 2025
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