The window shop dummy

The window shop dummy
Is out
It is moving thru the crowds
In oxford street
It is looking for work
In Harrods maybe
It has nowhere
At the moment
To sleep

The window shop dummy
Has been set free
Straight out of storage
Into the street
Stitched up
For a shop lifting

It could not speak
Or admit guilt
Or It would have been out in a week
But it lost its head
It’s arms, its feet

Satellites afraid
Follow it about
Into one end of the tube system
and out the other end

Followed all day
Spied on all night
The window shop dummy
Turns a deathly white

The window shop dummy
Is not wearing clothes
It shakes and it shivers
Where ever it goes
Into Nero’s
For a coffee and snack
No dummies allowed
It has to go back

It jumps from a bridge
On a day – warm and sunny
No one tries to save it
Because it’s only a dummy

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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