Empty Units

AuburnScribbler

When walking around, an echo’s made,

as certain things, have not been paid,

a tradesman’s ghost, is in the window,

whilst Whitehall plays, it’s game of bingo,

 

tummies rumble, for some Pizza Hut,

but alas, their dough is in a rut,

like Roman Empire, it could fall down,

as a fast Italian, leaves the town,

 

a light bulb blows, in house and mind,

in praying that Nipper, is so kind,

to make a kennel, inside Wilko’s place,

so things can stay, within their case,

 

big macs remain, but lamps are gone,

from dear Julien, the Welsh Dragon,

hence say goodbye, to a Macdonald chair,

where in the ether, see the shares,

 

all good things, must come to an end,

but only if the choice, does not offend,

for those who hold, the bank accounts,

attend to robots, and ignore the shouts,

 

a great imploration, is uttered now,

to the suits who serve, both man and Crown,

those claimed expenses, are your mess,

you’ve got backdated payments, to the NHS,

 

such custodians of the world, are they,

living useful hypocrisies, is their way,

both givers and takers, of any hope,

for they can’t clean, if there is no soap,

 

what a time to live in, where all’s in bits,

the fields are covered, by empty units,

a symbol, of such a mortal strife,

the greed and trials, of human life.  

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2023 10:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: When I walk around my town, it is a hard pill to swallow, to see so many empty units, (hence, no banner picture.) This sad part of life, that humans have made it out to be, is making too many victims of the trade machine, who have either been unlucky with their innocent, individualistic endeavours, or most likely have become a scapegoat, by big greedy corporations, or have been let down by a morally bankrupt government, who more than likely, have the funds, to help out more, (of course, if certain traders choose to see such help applicable.) Recently in the UK, brands such as Pizza Hut, Wilko's (a chain of department store) and Welsh designer Julien Macdonald, have fallen on hard times, and are either in administration or liquidation. Of course, the ever-present elephant in the room, is always the lack of funds of our NHS, and the fact that certain cash flow questions have to be answered honestly, by those who are responsible, for the running of a most treasured and much needed service. (N.B. Nipper is of course, the name of the HMV dog, who was supposed to put in a bid for Wilko's). Again, here is a poetic rant on the questionability of humanity, I hope that you enjoy the poem, too many times said, when will it get any better? And as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    I'm gonna sing ' Things can only get better...' When? we may ask, or ask in some cases.
    Bit like 'Now a new (so-called) comedy show on telly'. I reply: 'Where?' When?' and: 'Laugh? I never even started!' lol.
    Comedy was good on telly up to, oh, about 1975 generally. Doh!

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read orchidee, and I thought you were going to sing the DReam song "Things Can Only Get Better" or at least your version of it, with changing some words around, as you've eluded to in your above comment.

      If there is to be a TV show as well, I'm guessing to emphasize the shrewd fakery around today, that the laughter, (if it comes), will be a canned stock library sound effect, as with what's happening in modern life, it's hard to find a real laugh.

      I agree, comedy back then was good, it was simply about the art of using words/sketches/visuals to make people laugh, but with modern day sensitivities, and in the age of the disclaimer, over-doctoring of the art, in order to remove offence, leaves a lot to be desired.

      Sorry about the mini-rant, thanks again, and I hope that all is well.

    • Bella Shepard

      Once again you hit on a very problematic scenario, small busines in decline. I remember, when I was young, many moons ago, we would buy from the mom & pop store on the corner. They died out when the era of the mega stores and huge shopping malls was ushered in. Now we contend with Amazon and any number of other online retailers, who keep people in their homes and on the computer to shop. It was so much nicer actually going into a store and conversing with the person behind the counter, whom you came to know , and who treated you well. We can't seem to get enough stuff, and get it as fast as possible. I share your lament my friend, but at least I rcan say that I remember the good old days. Very timely and very well written.

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Bella, and for your very understanding comments above.

        I also remember going to certain privately owned corner shops in the past too, though sometimes, small business owners sell up, to start a new venture, the most part of it is, is as you've said, big corporations with their cheque books out, striking a deal, and what they've been replaced with, raises an awful lot of questions, why does a small community corner shop, have to be replaced by a new branch, of a tanning salon chain!?

        The other good point you've raised, is the relentlessness of online, not everyone has a computer or a wi-fi connection, so actual shops have still got to be a thing. Also, banks have been closing down some branches as well, meaning if someone without an online account wants to do any banking, they have to go their nearest, "well mannered" city to do so. Another point that you've raised, of which I agree with, is the lack of the original connection, conversing with people. Though their were lockdowns during the Covid plague, with the rapid increase of technology, that has been happening well before the virus struck, a lack of connection, has already been put into force. It is so important to hold on to the "face to face", as when it comes to the actual sell and understanding of certain things, you cannot beat an actual person.

        I'm glad that you have both enjoyed and agree with this poem, thank you for your kind words, and I hope that all is well.

        • Bella Shepard

          I admire your social conscience, you follow the path of so many poets who have used their talent to shine light on the injustices of this world. Take care my friend!

        • Parisab

          Stark changes and loss of all which was left as familiar…It is scary times if Mc Donald’s brand is considered the underdog -thanks for bringing perspective …

          • AuburnScribbler

            Thanks for the read Parisab, and it is scary times indeed, when retail giants are reduced to being put in the reject bin.

            You're very welcome for the poem, and I hope that all is well.



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