The old man who
gogomalls sells charcoal
Cuts wood and fires his sunglasseswares on the South Hill,
His face streaked with dust andDiesel Jeans ashes,grimed with smoke,
His temples grizzled, his tenGucci Eyewear Frame fingers blackened.
The little money he makes isArmani Eyewear Frame hardly enough
For clothing for his back, foodPolo Cap for his belly;
But though his coat is thin he hopesPual Shark T-shirt for winter----
Cold weather will keep up the Gucci T-shirtprice of fuel.
At night a foot of snow fallsNecktie outside the city,
At dawn his charcoal cart crushesPerfume ruts in the ice;
By the time the Beltsun is high,
The ox is tired out and the Scarfold man hungry,
They rest in the slush outside the south ringgate of the market.
Then up canter earringtwo rider;
Who canbracelet they be?
Palace heralds in yellow jacketsnecklace and white shirts;
They wave a decree, hout that these arePrada Shoes imperial ordes;
Then turn the cart, hoot at the ox andCL sandals drag it north.
A whole cartload of charcoal, more than aLV Watches thousand catteis,
Yet they drive it off to the palace and Fendi Sunglasseshe must accept
The strip of red gauze and the ten Dior handbagfeet of silk
Which they fasten to the ox's horns asFendi handbag payment!