standing still

Among the sticks and stones

They cast shadows

Tall, dark & handsome

~

Trench coat cloaks whispering

About who is the next up-and-coming

Bright stars in the universal picture

~

We traded marks for franks

Or was it pounds for rupees

Dollars making sense eventually

~

When those plague rats

Jump ship in the next port

Either sinking or swimming

~

It’s a gamble to stay afloat

~

I tried wasting time

But all I did was learn something new

About shoes & ships & ceiling wax

~

Looking down

On those free range cabbages

And caged-bird

Kings

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