"Stuck for Choice"

　
One for six pounds
Two for ten.
Three for fifteen.
I have no idea for what
It was a sticker stuck
On the going up escalator
To the Overground
At Canada Water.
Bargains galore
Who could want more?
Well that depends
If there's a mean to the ends.
Please no, not tops or socks
So soon after christmas
Unimaginative gifts
Too polite to moan
And cause rifts.
Possibly t-shirts
Would you want three of a kind
Unless they're Pink and Blue
Or rude tight boxers
There goes my dirty mind!
Put your cards on the table
Nothing wrong with that cheap label
Austerity deals to be had
Maybe business is that bad
We are all in this together
A discount rent boy wearing leather.
Far too cheap for a fuck
Even I know that much.
But maybe a bargain bucket
Eastern European suck.
Now that would be a touch...literally!
Not that I pay for sex
If only I were that rich
With money no object
For my young blonde blue eyed bitch!
Pick of the Prague porn boys
Just one lottery win
And they'd be my well kept toys!

Dulwich Poet 8th January 2014

( I saw a price sticker on an escalator on the Underground, after getting off the Jubilee Line. I had no idea what I would write about, or if I would at all. I noted the prices, and scribbled this a few hours later, on the way home from a 'Queer Zine' event at the Poetry Library!)