Another Milk Wood

A disowned star falls ungracefully out of a clear nights sky.1

It shatters into millions of confetti pieces at Mr. Nobody Really's feet.2

He stands for a moment in awe and then wonders if some kind of God sent miracle has happened!3

As if pure unadulterated happiness, wealth and eternal youth had just landed effortlessly at his feet.4

Peering down, he sighs deeply and grumbles, "A burnt out star? Just my luck!"5

He day dreams sleepily as he stumbles clumsily down the cobbled street, 6

But is awakened quite rudely from his fantasy land;7

Full of beautiful leggy blondes and sexy senoritas!8

He ignores the aching in his leg for one tiny cherished moment longer,9

And dreams of home cooked lamb roasts with mamma's special gravy.10

Grinning cheerfully, he scoffs, "Zeta Jones, my dear, where are the roasties?!"11

Peering down at his saturated but neatly pressed trousers, 12

He discovers a leery homeless beggar nagging for his well earned cash.13

Money needed to buy luxurious scented cigarettes and alcohol, he presumes.14

As he stares at the half starved shared "sympathy" dogs,15

He wonders what tasks he has to do the next day.16

He gets out his crumpled sketch book. "Ah! Tax returns!" he notes.17

An intolerably familiar angry young madam (Mary Jane, the middle of 3) grabs his note pad and demands his attention!18

She bawls loudly, unbearably mawkish, as she throws her toys out her pram.19

Dumb struck, he stands absorbed in the contempt he is witnessing.20

He dreams back to the time when she was a beautiful young baby,21

Longing for a return to the Good Old Days ©,22

"The angst of puberty," he mutters, watching the Chavs go by.23

Chav? 24

Tailor made tracksuits and designer babies!25

Lured so easily into buying slave trade shoes with naff names printed on!26

Mass consumption of corporate cash and carry images;27

Factory made jelly babies with their heads bitten off!28

Made with a mix lamb carcass fed on cow fertilizer.29

"Ah! So these are the wonders of capitalism!", he smirks!30

Somehow the rusted shed spits and clatters home,31

As he endures the nauseating dodgems and speed bumps.32

His pride and joy, his '63 Chev-vie; the lights smashed by his angry ex wife.33

As he parks up, thick liquor like smoke plumes out of the engine, 34

He wonders at which particular catastrophe this all went horribly wrong,35

"God gave me the wrong plan," he concludes.36

Pondering at the disjointed words,37

He stumbles through the juxtaposed thoughts38

hammered together so crudely in his mind.39

"Divorce reasons: Lack of sex and hugs? Humph!"40

As he slams the "Marriage" file firmly shut, he slits his finger.41

"DAMN JAGGED EDGES!", he fumes!