Dull day, watching as a newspaper sails away
Blending splendidly with McDonalds' cartons
Coca Cola metal edged and ugly -
Thought s of a new day 
Very much the same as yesterday
Lying here next door to Primark
My caps water logged virtually penniless
Matching my pockets frugality
Searing the unfathomed reality
-	Where thousands walk past.
	
What they see is a pile of rags and inertia
Some cursing “ we’re not in bloody Asia”
Soaked Big Issues don’t bring in the dosh
Not do prostrate grey heaps
Lining the Strand or Charing Cross.
Blue coated lighted the boys with batons
Use your legs for football practice
“move on you bastard, or you’ll get more”
“It’s the sailors life for me!”

The joke’s not lost like earrings in the hay
Nights are always worse than days
Junkies knifing your veins for pennies
Prostitutes complaining about trade failures
Blaming the begging not their aging layers
It’s not only the cold that claims
The street dwellers in this city
It’s the absence of guilt and pity
The liars of the Media affect your livelihood
As sure as someone mugging your food
The stories of violence leave out the frenzy
Of organised scapegoating
Blaming the poverty stricken
With anything from litter to the Footsie collapsing. 

Well meaning professional cannibals
Hand you their insincerities
And wait for you to smile your promises
So they can keep the score’s accurate
Then report you to the police
Telling of drunkenness because you are a vagrant
Wandering half the night for a vacant
Doorway facing away from  the wind
Piles of grey rags and snoring.

Known as the “beggars welcome”
Staggering into Mothercare’s entrance?
Smiling at the irony, with a wince
That triggers the aching gut rush
Empty organs are painful most of the time
Cups of tea sandwiches crusts or bones
Forever missing off my menu.

Duller day, much the same as yesterday
Only it appears to be longer
It is much redder than before
Due to crack heads wielding blades
I’m becoming slimmer by the minute
By the time an ambulance is alerted
I will have become significant at last
Statistically speaking anyway.

written by The Hard Bard