Given nothing more than the basics
Just a doormat
For their feet
Nothing more than the rudimentary
Equipment of survival
The simple things
With their basic built in redundancies
Just the basics
Is all you need
A doormat for their enjoyment
And once in a while to afford the luxury
Brand new cars, burgers and five blade razors
Just the basics is all we need
Surprising how far this frugal favour
Can stretch
Living in the plush is what they need
To enjoy someone else’s poverty
While their belly full belches
For the hungry
Just the basics
Just a doormat
So there is somewhere to wipe their feet
So much detritus
To wipe off their boots
It still amazes me
How the rich can sleep
Knowing there is a child somewhere
Who did not eat today
Just the basics
Is all they need
And it is surprising how far
We are expected
To stretch them
Born with a tin opener
Tossed a few scraps
From the great grand table of other lives
Who silver spoon fed wallow in the happy mud bath of pigs
Satisfying the gorging
On the disease of wealth
Just the basics
Just a doormat
And every accoutrement of a perfect life
Can be measured and counted by
Our slavery to them
Still we love to own them
A tomato
A Yacht
Scrap gold
For a holiday
A house
An Igloo
A Howitzer
A bow and arrow
Water
Steak
And rotting fish
Hair colour product
Medicine
Hangover
Incurable disease
T.V
A mobile phone
A camp fire
Empty fridge
Super market
A sports car
Feet
Rock star
Busker
Boiled potato
Caviar
Submission Name: Frugal Favour
