It’s all up for grabs

On sale to the highest bidder
and glad to get rid.

When you’re down on your uppers
you won’t get up taking downers,
leave the pills and take to the hills,
they’re the safest bet.

This day lasted forever
Wednesday always does,
but the sun goes down on
London
and the town will sleep.

Lot fifty-nine
going, going
for the final time,
lot fifty-nine,
any more for any more

I close the bedroom door
turn out the light
and sit in the darkness,
it feels like home.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.