Not Welcome Today
The police car came to the supermarket
to day a stubborn gipsy on his rusty bike
refused to leave when told by the guard,
claimed the guard was a lacy for the rich.
Police has guns and handcuffs, the gipsy
left, head held high, carrying his bike, this
since it only had one wheel. One simply
cannot have that sort of scruffy people at
the supermarket’s parking lot.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, March 23, 2009
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