He holds a dead end dream in his pocket
and a lifeless watch on his wrist
He takes empties back to the 'offie
and reeks of days old piss.

His trousers are filthy and holey,
held up by a carrier bag belt.
He wears un-paired shoes on his feet,
and his stink is the worst i've smelt.

He begs for a penny please sir,
parading a dirty flat cap.
He's asking everyone passing,
pleading for any old scrap.

Nobody pauses to notice,
nobody tosses their change.
Nobody cares 'bout his problems
and nobody thinks that it's strange.

He isn't the only one of him,
he is just a stain on the ground.
A part of the draw for tourists,
a blight on those housed around.