An Ode To A Find

Friday evening, end of work

Homebound train, 5 minutes due.

Tangara whizzes by, the alert chimes,

Down a level I head, my favourite row.

Newspapers strewn,

Spilled coffee looms,

Dickheads posing as artistes,

scrawling signature views.

But nothing could prepare me,

for the shock that was to be,

for what's lying limp on the laminate floor,

will destroy Australia's moral core

Shiny, silky, thin and stretchy

reclining against the patchy floorin'

You would have thought it was catchy,

until your shoes almost cop a slippin'

I had to take the photo. It was unused, or had an impotent owner.