Kicking down a back street
In foggy London town
My head up above the clouds

While on my brow’s, a frown.
My eyes observe the shining,
Rain splatters down the street,

A child is begging piteously.

Her head lies at my feet.
My rage at bare injustice,
Is a torrent in my veins,
The police are worse than useless,
No faith in them remains.

So I stand and ring St Mungo’s
Some charity remains.
The random cries of violence
Swirl tight within the fog
This man staggers homewards

Too much laudanum & too much grog.