Some Jesus type
comes out of the station shouting
‘Smash the system’,
then wanders across to the Railway Tavern.
I put the binoculars down,

take off the headphones and open the logbook.
It’s vital work but written in code,
and to the untrained eye
just hieroglyphics, gobbledygook.
In his town hall office

the deputy mayor opens his laptop
and unzips his trousers.  Painstakingly
a pregnant cleaner extracts
a five pound note from the charity box
with a pair of tweezers.