Next to the food bank

a tiny table had been laid outside,

with fine linen, silver cutlery

best china, napkin keenly folded,

a resolute chair of some repute. 

 

The town awaited with baited breath

a celebrity who was due to dine,

to be waited on there.

 

Soon a butler arrived,

the ceremony commenced. 

lavish dishes from a special vehicle

a team of news guys in attendance. 

 Meanwhile a queue formed at the foodbank

but was moved on

not destined to spoil the shot. 

 

The diner, hottest property from Essex

without benefit of grammar

made a show of scooping up the food

soiling the cloth,

farted and belched but nobody seemed to care.

 

I was eventually moved on

from enjoying the groomed externals,

to take my place with the herd,

the proper place for those

with lives uncelebrated and rather absurd.