The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Spare any heroin please mate?
Oi Mate lend me a pound
I'm a homeless man
Outside the underground
Trains go by
As quickly as you
Such is my life
Outside
Waterloo.

Ok i admit
I have a drug
Habit
That pound I ask for
Allows me
To score.

I find food
From the supermarket
Dustbin
But I don't find
what I really want..
heroin!

I could be out robbing
Or tell you a sob story
To start you sobbing
Pity me, help me,
Please

The winters coming
And I'll freeze!

..wait. ok spare anything?
I'm clucking mate,
I need heroin!






~~ True story of a conversation i had with a homeless man outside Waterloo Station~~


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