As I walked home with the dawn chorus,
5: 30 am,
I passed a car that had
been thrown into a driveway,
the passenger door wide open
and it's content's slung,
face down,
onto the concerette floor.
And I stood there looking
at this unconcious stranger
I realised that
no matter how drunk you think YOU are
there's always some poor bastard
who's worse off.
Neil Gray
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ve-seen-worse/
