Computer chair in a skip today Charity shop twenty yards away

Town filled; and milled like mid-Victorian waifs The undeserving interspersed to swell the waits Penny for the guy

The sly, the needy, the ganga hungry greedy All in a haul like a traffic overspill Of cardboard men; a few unseen women

Hardly half-hardy some; so weakly half-begone Begged; the authentic part of genuine distress; A mess The less for these that an able-bodied crew Draw craftily away and by profession sue For copper coin the heart? No!, silver; they And cute well know the value of the beggar's way!

Impute this fare their custom to the charitable cusp Whom kindness, dread of loss of heaven, or pity works To move to gift, some passing on a smile Some others all-adoing in Grand Style Their alms before their God, and daring Him; their palms Star-crossed with flashy works He countermands

Wager a half the beggars, half the treats That given that heaven sees them; wear deceits Perhaps nor care, or unaware not caring Assume themselves for real though counterfactually sharing Inline conceits

Their test Not vested, rested, in validities On vanities dispose to love their shapes Their styles of occupation, and their postures rate To go conspiratory as innocents Like scented muckspreaders

Full cornsacks of a meally-mouth persuasion Are met with; the abundant wellwishers for food Whose fingers lift no spoonful out upon a lip But tipple smooth

Their Costas, Kencos, gratulating finely On deeds they do for England right-condignly As stores pour out recidivists whose delights besmudged By dregs of coffee grounds in halos ringed around their mugs

Colombian cartel brew ups fancy-free Bringing out their back-slaps complimentary, Revelling richly, revealing that it’s 'clever me'.