Snubbed Swag

I spotted the bag lying on the street outside the film festival party that I had attended as riff-raff. The VIP’s celebrated in a roped-off section, drinking free champagne, leaving laden with swag bags, to be swept away in waiting limos. It was one of those bags abandoned on the curb. Opening it I saw that the contents had been rifled through and were mostly gone, but a soft red scarf had been snubbed. Spoiled celebs, too good to wear rayon. The night had turned chilly and it kept my neck warm for the bike ride home.