Janky Wretch
Janky Wretch
At the nearest traffic light
stood a car with all its might
Porsche or some other tool
souped up initially a pretty sight
Than I thought ‘no what a fool’
such a posh car is never cool
driven near a township shack
where ragged beggars work for gruel
Of course the vagrant is on crack
or petrol fumes to get a whack
against the odds of hunger pain
and all he has for clothes is sack
The janky business left some stain
waiting for pennies stood in vain
the needy soul ashamed and poor
and soon the driver drinks champagne
29th August 2016
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