There is a man lying not-dead dead On the bridge, as if it matters Police in attendance Rubber-necked barely bother to twist There is a teenager pushing a supermarket trolley Over a precipice into shrubs To assess what is the point Would be a waste of everyone’s time Another bloke takes a piss Beside a municipal dustbin A lady screams at an aloof seagull In something like Esperanto So here it is, another day, hooray