Park bench mid-morning drunks
one totters a little and one’s lame
one sways as he pisses in the bushes
an oblivious stranger to shame
He’s no cares because
he knows no-one cares
There’s no-one to judge
whose judgements still count
Whatever he wanted’s half forgotten now
Hopes like anyone’s that haven’t worked out
A car radio blurts upbeat promises
waffle about winners each and every day
The drunks don’t hear a word of it
Two joggers speed up, look away
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