Eyes firmly focussed on the future,
Studying hard, know what it's all about
And I dine on food
The supermarkets throw out.
I'm not a druggie or a criminal,
Wouldn't hurt a fly,
Non violent beyond doubt,
Still I dine on food
The supermarkets throw out.
I open the bins at dead of night,
There's no dirt here,
'Come and get it' I shout,
Let's all dine on food
The supermarkets throw out.
In a world of greed and waste
Nothing is what it seems,
Still fresh fruit and shrink wrapped trout,
I'm proud to dine on food
The supermarkets throw out.
©David Subacchi
David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry: First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016) as well as a collection in Welsh: Eglwys Yng Nghremona (2016).
