The Bottomless Pit - Rev. #1

[Bunx]

The Bottomless Pit

Go away, you greedy sod.
And don't look at me like that
as if I'm in debt to you and your brood.
Let me enjoy my fish and chips
in peace, and savour the harbour and the boats. Not sure sure about the spelling of savour (savor?) and harbour (harbor?)
And you, mate. Bog off.
Go and bother some other sop on holiday
with their faces full of burgers and cream-
teas. Plenty there for the likes of you.
Sodding beggars. Never happy. Always scrounging.
Our fault, I suppose.
Rods for our own backs
giving in to pitiful looks. You wouldn't be scrounging
if you weren't hungry.
But you're not.

Bastard seagulls.

Really enjoyed this poem, love the imagery the the intro where you introduced "brood". I think most people can relate to this and the ending is perfectly agreeable.
Thanks for the post!