Songs
A Homeless Lament (sung to the tune of Silent Night by the homeless man watching the Christmas shoppers’ legs go by) Noisy night, debauchery night, All is violence, all is shite, Round those slappers with thousands of tools, Bratty infants so callous and cruel, Awake in torment of hell Awake in torment of hell. ©Cre8ivation
Poems / Thoughts
I headed downstairs today with a bin bag of rubbish. There are eight large,blue bins outside the apartment block for residents to use. As I opened the lid to throw the bag in I nearly jumped out of my less-than-pale skin at the sight that greeted me. There, looking dazed, confused and on the brink of terror was a dishevelled man in his late twenties. He had...
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