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Sherry & Cider In The Park
Gerroff ya feckin bassar,
The words trail off,
As with a yelp,
The dog he kicks,
Slunks off,
He slurs the words,
Gissa ciggie,
I needs a smoke,
Wassa matta mate,
I'm awright,
Like it's a joke,
Don't know his name,
But I know the smell,
The look in his eyes,
The hell,
The wasted life,
Sat in a park,
Drinking sherry and cider,
Until it's dark,
Then curl-up in a greasy,
Sleeping-bag,
Begging for change,
Eating scraps out the bins,
Maybe not his fault,
Just a sin,
What alcoholism,
Has done to him.
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