“A big unit”, the pundit on the radio referring to a footballer.

Came into my mind after seeing a unit lying on a footpath,

his head on a plastic crate.

I’ve been drunk myself, lying on the road, head spent and

body out of sympathy with my plan to walk home.

Like a boulder in a stream, he’s bypassed as a matter of course;

lying unmoving in foetal position;

glanced at surreptitiously,

totally unacknowledged by those most discommoded.

Undesirable unit;

wouldn't a civilised society offering alcohol in the quantities we do, 

provide seats for crashing out?

At least, of course, if we weren’t units.