Revised sonnet #1532
I poke in garbage bins by local shops
The flattest fizzy can I cock and drink
A sack I fill and shoulder clunk and clink
The smelter follows market pops and flops
I smell of cola caramel and hops
I crush one can anothers kink I blink
I cash up kilos little ledger ink
I give a miss to barbers blades and strops
The poster honeys face is pretty big
The lids and lashes venus flytrap like
In her eye shadow frame a lightning strike
Im mesmerised I need to further dig
Ive got unopened pay packets of old
A hammock under stars if hot if cold
Chorus old past yore
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