Ideas are what I need, I thought
Take a walk around the block
See what sainsburys has in stock
I was worrying, again
About the imposing North Korean nuclear threat
Making the last of my happy
Bombarding my sentiments
To observers in the shadows
And into space
Bringing those who’re washing up for the third time that day
A moments recollection.
Then, I was mugged
Just because it was foggy.
In the moment, I comprehended
The absolute uselessness of the £1 coin.
My ego’s health took a cancerous blow in one,
Right by the halal butchers.
Cards declined, worries redefined,
No memories were helping me now
It was the point, in a way.
Just distantly, the sound of a potato waffle child coughing through a window,
Flu’s second attack of the year
Susceptible as I, to the blows on health.
Card declined, my card was declined
The fog was here
Ego acted: too kind
It pulled me back
I must’ve made it back, to write it all down
A better than average night, I had
An ego full of ideas
And a fools pound coin.