Collection Day
“It’s Collection Day!”
Scream the men in grey plastic suits,
Flapping their vile inconvenient truth
“It’s Collection Day!
We are collecting today.”
They tell me.
“It’s Collection Day!”
– “What are you collecting Mr. Taxman?”
“It’s Collection Day!”
– “I said; what are you collecting?”
Blank stares.
“Collecting what’s needed. Miss!”
– “And what is needed?”
Blank stares.
– “Tell me what is needed!”
“Money, Miss. Money’s what’s needed.”
– “For what?” I ask.
– “What is it needed for?”
Blank stares.
“Improvements Miss.”
– “What is going to be improved?”
Blank stares.
– “Only what you care for is to be improved… no?”
I am never answered.
Blank stares.
Written on the 23rd April 2009 and posted on www.protagonize.com on the same day.
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