Beggars can’t be choosers
They? ….you know…them!
The eyesore …….The sty on society’s shiny sophisticated streets
Streets that some of our fellow citizens would have them ~~ washed away by the municipal sweeper. Him the faceless sweeper ~ who cleans away the garbage and dogshit from our ornate cobbled - stones.
Keep it neat* Keep it neat *Keep it neat Swept away.....from eyes....that see.
Cause we don’t want to see …..anything!!!!!
For a small percentage – some of “these on the street”.. …It’s a cultural-lifestyle-choice. Playing at being regurgitated hippies – “opting out to be in”. Maybe for a season – taking a year out (Like I did many, many summers ago)
While others have lost limbs in life’s unfairly tossed 🎲
Then there’s the exodus – the great migration Western Tourist time – meets refugee flee/flea Flowing North All the way,,,,,, from war bashed East
Today the sun is shinning on modern day Athens
It`s the same place the gods walked – in times longpast – up to the Acropolis to be worshiped by the adoring hoards ….hail hail they then cried..Has now turned too ‘ale ale’ FTSE infanticide?
Two wrongs don’t make a Pythagoras right me thinks?
Im relaxing at the chic pavement cafe – eating a delightful lunch, engaged in pleasant conversation with my scouse friend Ian.
Until the beggar interrupts – with her bleating. She’s holding a snot nosed kid – whilst simultaneously eyeballing me – she points three fingers at the kid “Please, please mister….please…for ‘d’ baby”
Huh! I protest..[so embarrassed …trying not to make eye contact!] Hey….I’m eating…I’m trying to eat …tut tut!
(really don’t these people understand not to beg while your eating?)
Suddenly the scene is interrupted by the residue waft of a past conversation ~~“Even the dogs get to eat the crumbs that fall from the masters table..