Lost: The sense of propriety and its partner decency,

last seen wearing, The Emperor’s new clothes,

or even ragged, dishevelled suit, tramp like holes,

smells a bit off, funny, peculiar…but with a coin

or hundred million quid

in disposable, untraceable notes, watermarked,

wrapped in an old argyle sock with a promissory

note tied around the big toe’s end.

Noticeable features: none, just delusions of grandeur

and bucket loads of self-importance.

If found please contact, England, the United States

of America, possibly France, maybe Germany, Austria,

Hungry or Turkey, or phone the Kremlin

and ask for Vlad.

Reward: None.

Ian D. Hall 2016