Thursday, 8 September 2011


Poem 37 of 230:  RODEO DRIVE

On visiting Los Angeles,
    I thought I’d walk Rodeo Drive;
I’d passed a few up-market shops
    When an hombre said:  “Take one please.”

‘Twas info. on exploitation,
    Which I read that night in my room;
It mentioned of the unfair gap -
    Sweatshop-wages to profit-on.

I left him to visit the john,
    Which was all clad in marble stone;
Then I walked, past more fortune-frocks,
    To lunch:  four bucks - fair profit-on.

(C) David Franks 2003