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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