A Place To Sit

Poem By Orlando Belo

Smooches and snoggers, and resting joggers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Ramblers and walkers, and street hawkers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Mini cars and Roller's, and lady strollers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Old folk and young folk, and dogs with no folk
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Market traders and cavers, and money savers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Nuns praying, children playing, orators saying
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Dossers and loafers, and serious no-hopers,
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Doctors and nurses, and hospital workers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Codebreakers and spy makers, and intelligence investigators,
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Scientists and chemists, and nuclear physicists
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Mobsters and gangsters, and fraudulent pranksters
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Burglars and poachers, and interlopers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Students and teachers, and lay preachers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Loose women and boys, the ‘for sale' toys
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Addicts and dealers, and police squealers,
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Punks and drunks, and low life skunks
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Finders and seekers, and secret keepers,
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Scribers and doodlers, and graffiti abusers
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.

Vandals and hooligans, and booted ruffians,
all seem to sit on this concrete bench.
Demolishers and breakers and obliterators
sat then destroyed this concrete bench.

Comments about A Place To Sit

A wonderful description of an all purpose 'concrete bench'!


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