We pushed him home in a shopping trolley.
He was choking sick and bile in to a bottle.
Interrupted by quiet whimsical humming.
Oblivious to the twitter of morning song
We came across a heap of trash
And took to decorating him.
Naturally we brought the camera out.
Laid him on the trolley, for the world to see.
The shopping trolley squeaked and whirred
As the drunk slowly rolled away.
Pushed by the force of gravity
In to some black ravine, never to be seen again.
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