Shedding skin

As it gets darker, colder
I don’t think about the colour of my coat
I just pull it tighter around me
colour doesn’t make it warmer

As I wonder the streets
I don’t check the logo on my shoes
I just worry the tread will remain
Logos don’t keep my feet from harm

The make of that tap
it won’t make it turn any better
It will only match shower walls
that can’t get me wet

The packaging doesn’t grow
The apples that I buy
they simply hold them
as I carry them from the shop

Free of this, free at last,
I shed skin of affluence
And now as I pull on my jeans
I appreciate, at last, my luck

Money buys me warmth
buys me safety
helps me wash
hides me in crowds

Time to go hide in Chelsea