Wednesday, April 26, 2017

The Banquet









So who to invite?  Who will we call?

The flabby, the greasy, the insignificant, the small


The dodgy dealers, the guy on the make

The long-haired hippy, the new age flake


The red-neck farmer, the angry young man

The driver from the East in his dirty white van


Straight from AA or Her Majesty’s Pleasure

Looking confused, feeling under the weather


The bankrupt banker, who’s lost his mask

The exhausted office worker, weighed down with task


The stinking, homeless beggar, the tossed-away lover

The black-suited mourner, who just lost his mother


The orphans from war zones under the rubble

Walking like zombies, looking for cuddles


The quiet gay guy yet to come out

The courageous drag queen who just wants to shout


The woman on benefit, looking ill-fed

Who gives food to her children, goes hungry instead


The mumbling maniac sat on the train

The broke stock-broker walking home in the rain


The Big Issue seller sitting in the cold

The poor, the edgy, the weak and the old


The disturbed, the uncomfortable, the mad and the weird

The strange and the stupid, the crazy and the feared


The chain-smoking psychos, the ones who don’t fit

The ridiculous, the saddos, the grumpy old git


The imperfect ones whose beauty shines true

The ones with the cracks – that’s how the light gets through


The really normal people

The ones. Just. Like. You.


The Banquet

by peter barrett





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