Tuesday, 3 January 2012
Living a life, full of pollution,
Always looking for that solution.
While seeing the evil in everyone’s eyes,
But I’m not scum you must realise.
Doing what I can to survive this hell,
Because no one cares, I can tell.
Spare a little change is what I say,
To get me through from day to day.
But get a job is what I hear,
From people with suits and fancy career.
Is it because their better than I,
If it is then I'd rather die.
Because if you have clothes that stink and smell,
Then who will employ you to make things well.
Now please tell me, because it is true,
Street life’s hard for people like you.
By Dr Geebers