shopping around…
You eye me off amongst the flock
With look of pure disdain
You loathe me like a dirty sock
Yet here you are again
You seize the chance to push me round
I’m frequently abused
This love-hate bond in which we’re bound
Just finds me getting used
I’m vital, needed and required
To go the extra mile
I’m over-worked yet undesired
Whilst flung down every aisle–
But,…
My mind’s my own and that is that
It’s wayward and it’s wonky
Though cagey as a shithouse rat
I’m stubborn as a donkey
Quite hard to steer, I’ll make you fret
I’m over going forward
While one wheel does a pirouette
My other three head doorward
And if you pack me way too full
I simply won’t play ball
No wonder I’m a wretched thing
And such a bitch to haul
The flogged and well-worn shopping cart
To thrive in filth’s my goal
My hygiene factor’s off the chart
But this is how I roll…
I’m smeared with every kind of sin
No care, no clean, no rest
You’ll never reign this feral in
So do your level best
Yes, arm yourself with all you’ve got
Strap on the rusty skates
Release me from my parking spot
Your chariot, awaits…
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Copyright P J Ross
01052019
Image sourced from Google Images