Cul de sac

Money I haven’t got spent

 

On a collection of

Someone else’s words

 

Money I haven’t got spent

 

On a hat that says it

belongs on Someone else’s head

 

Money I haven’t got spent

 

On echoes of

Someone else’s long gone days

 

Money I haven’t got spent

 

On a fantastic creature

wanted poster

Product of Someone else’s imaginings

 

Like turning over rocks

Not a new leaf

January