Poem #2,824 | I am still generous

That morning I parked a car
for a failing car parker & put
a snail in a safe spot & spun
change in to a beggar’s cap
[but I’ll still go apace to hell
according to tales run in this
unhealthy town] – I side-step
kerb-sat flies as I walk on [&
a flit word in your shell-like –
I will be here to be kind to all
others] – I am still generous