In time-poor people's way,
Old Shabby shuffles to one side
So as not to spoil the day
For those with jobs, a home. A child.
He trips and drops his shopping bag.
Now the street is full of laundry
And his silk shirt's just a rag
Draped across the boundary
Of esteem.
Invisible, annoying Shabby,
The once successful go-between
Relegated, by the dictates of Economy,
To the comforts of the rubbish bin.
Old Shabby shuffles to one side
So as not to spoil the day
For those with jobs, a home. A child.
He trips and drops his shopping bag.
Now the street is full of laundry
And his silk shirt's just a rag
Draped across the boundary
Of esteem.
Invisible, annoying Shabby,
The once successful go-between
Relegated, by the dictates of Economy,
To the comforts of the rubbish bin.
