The Forelorn Stakes

Neatly packaged nonsense,
Spilling from the alleyways,
There’s a black cat in the alleyway,
And a man in striped pyjamas,
Shouting at his wife and child,
A ruck of bluest murder.
Blight my life, you stupid mare,
There’s dog shit on the pavement,
I work my fingers to the bone,
And all you do is pain me.
The Social Worker’s on the phone,
Prescribing pink bananas,
The world is going crazy,
The runners are at the post.