Eat local. I can’t. Council’s turned all the bins into ones you can’t look into. I’m not rooting around in rubbish on the off-chance.
Sleep local. I would. Not allowed anymore. Shop’s complained. I’d leave way before they opened. It’s the warmth seeping out that made me sleep in the entrance. Since sleeping by the river, I can’t shake the sniffles.
Read local. I’d like to. You know how much a book costs? More than a day’s worth, these days. Mind, they don’t want me in there since the owner changed.
Had a life here once.
New town, I reckon.