WENT TO A SHOW TODAY, WALKED PAST A DRUNK
I THINK HOW DISGUSTING WHAT A NASTY SKUNK
SITTING THERE ALONE WITHOUT ANY MONEY
PONCING OFF ME, IT'S NOT VERY FUNNY.
"GO GET A JOB" THAT'S WHAT I SAY
AS HE HOLDS OUT HIS HAND, TO MY DISMAY.
"I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR WORK TO PAY MY WAY",
"I'M 56 YEARS OLD AND FEELING SO ILL,
IT WON'T BE LONG UNTIL I PAY MY BILL".
"JUST AN EXCUSE" I HEAR MYSELF SAY TO THE MAN ON THE STREET,
HOLES IN THE SOLES ON THE SHOES ON HIS FEET.
"GO GET A JOB YOU WORTHLESS LOUT
THEN YOU CAN GET A HOME AND WON'T LAY ABOUT".
"I USED TO LIVE IN A FIVE BEDROOM HOUSE,
HAD LOVELY CHILDREN OF 3 & 4 UNTIL
SHE TOOK THEM AWAY AND THREW ME OUT",
"NOW I LIVE ON THE STREET LIKE A WORTHLESS MOUSE"
"WELL IT'LL DO NO GOOD SITTING ABOUT,
YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING TO BE WITHOUT?"
"MY ONLY SIN IS THIS, I SWEAR,
80 HOURS A WEEK OF THE HARDEST WORK,
IN A LITTLE TOWN, A PLACE CALLED WARE"
"YES, OF COURSE YOU DID, I SNARLED AT THE MAN
SO WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?.. AS IF I FROWN"
"I WENT TO BANKRUPT AND LOST IT ALL
SHE TOOK MY HOUSE MY KIDS AND ALL,
NOW I HAVE CANCER WITH NOT MUCH TIME
NO SUIT FOR THE FUNERAL, NOT A DIME.
I DON'T WANT HELP COZ LIFE'S THAT WAY
JUST A BOTTLE OF WHISKY TO HELP THE PAIN"
I KIND OF FELT SORRY FOR THIS MAN'S GRIEF,
SO I GAVE HIM 2 POUNDS AND FELT INSTANT RELIEF.
UNUSUAL STORY I FELT MYSELF SAY
THEN I GATHERED MY THOUGHTS AND WALKED AWAY.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
TRAMP
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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