Love Poem: Janky Wretch

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