Thursday, 1 February 2018
Louise
Is there ever a chart,
to give us a line,
bring food to no marks,
forget about trouble,
a trolley suits her fine,
works without gloves,
she never walks far,
like so many other times,
each step a shard,
a cross for a move,
to where they drink wine,
she gives them a shove,
a deal done at Primark,
the waste is a crime,
life so stark,
she clears up above,
the rest of the night,
why worry about love,
in a supermarket yard,
lovely face tight,
a spirit with some spark,
she asks why ?
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