by Marc Carver

I SAW the young man
bent over with his arse up in the air.
I also saw the can of beer
on the floor.
As I walked past him
I realised he was talking to a friend.
"Clothes do not maketh the man."
He said.
I walked past him
and then he began to shout at me.
"Hey, mate."
I ignored him.
"Hey you in the blue shirt."
I turned around.
"Clothes do not maketh the man do they?"
"No you are right mate. Clothes do not maketh the man"
And I carried on

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