Trappings of the rich men wanderings of the poor

Salem competes with Jerusalem
the high judge stands on his own.

On poverty street you can’t expect
but you meet such wonderful times.

I had Martini’s a while back
a smile back
and when they were done
we cracked open the rum

it was stolen or fell off a cough
drop me quick
the police are so slick around here.

We reimagine a beer
ice like and cold,
told you
the police were slick
on the take
could have drunk me a lake
by the time they arrived.

It’s only Sodom tomorrow
and we’ll pay if it comes.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.