The day at the salt mines ends,
I flee home broken,
To my plasterboard burrow of a bedsit,
I lay counting cracks in the wallpaper,
Watching the roaches play kiss-chase,
And the rust painting scores on the piping,
These four walls are my only companions,
And my only entertainment,
This dreary ceiling is my penny cinema,

Under these flickering lamps doing their dance,
I’m daydreaming about the corned beef,
That is my daily bread,
That is my ration,
I’m down on my luck,
Down and out,
Finance has thrown me out,
But at least I have those tins,
At least I have corned beef.

Comments
  1. [ And my only entertainment,
    This dreary ceiling is my penny cinema, ]
    A fabulous imagery reflecting life when reduced to basic human needs: of food, shelter and clothing. Well done, my friend.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ™‚

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