Sitting in the park with the sun caressing my body I think to myself the best things in life are free. Alongside is a weary peddler hawking his wares, a subtle reminder that there is no such thing as free lunch A woman in the finest attire draws attention of many a passerby, of course clothes maketh a man. Once she starts to damn the crying child, eyes revert as you never judge a book by its cover. A young boy practises his interview skills for he wants to make the first impression the best. While his friends wonder out aloud aren't mistakes another chance of getting it right. I see a man smiling to himself, perhaps thinking of his lover back home bringing to mind that absence makes the heart grow fonder. But not without a streak of misgiving because isn't out of sight out of mind? For personal benefit two rival politicians see eye to eye with the smug satisfaction that great minds think alike. The bourgeois, watching this charade unravel thinks to