Francis Meyrick

Nothing (2) – Foremost Love

I watched him frantic, high above,

indulging in his foremost love

I watched him dash into the road

and haul in yet another load.

An ancient squirrel gathering nuts

a white haired wino hoarding butts

a keyboard and a hungry mouse

discord in the rich man’s house.

I’d rather lie on a bed of rocks

than worry about a million stocks.