The Bottomless Pit - Rev. #1

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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.
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.

Hi, John, just a note on the title: I like it. All giving to the begging is a bottomless pit, no one can give enough to fill the need. I read the poem thinking it was about chronic human beggars and truly was caught by the last line, I think it works beautifully and I wouldn't recommend a title that gave it away.

Thanks for the read, I'm enjoying it.