Metro Stances
The rickshaw mice are all stone deaf, having spent their
youth scavenging the gap. They consider this for the best,
and the only way to skin a cat. Let’s pay them no mind,
just the racket of cash and safeguard ourselves from the
cob…
I am a teacher. Theirs is to do,
mine to die. I combine
the best of elitism
with the worst of philanthropy.
To illustrate, I’m buying
the music you hear in charity shops
and flinging it into the road.
This is before I consider the books,
whilst trying on the clothes.