Broadsheets on Broad Street

They used to stand on
street corners
selling their favours
for a few dollars,
vending machines are
from a bygone age,

everything’s twenty four seven
guaranteed by that heaven you’re
unlikely to see,
vice is like popcorn
you love it at night
at the cinema, right?
and come the morn’
it’s all popped away
quite neatly.
you forget.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.