Been working on this for a while... not sure about it really, but see what you think..

Stu of the Steps

 

 

This is my pitch, here’s where I sit

Cardboard and cushion to keep cold at bay

Down steps from the station, just half way

Gives em time to see me, reflect a bit.

 

Not all the way down, hanging in there

Holding my own, keeping my space

Forgotten detritus of the human race

Highway to hell, the devil’s stair.

 

There but for grace of God go they

Some rummage for coins, if I’m lucky a note

Others sneer and push past me, the lazy scrote

Most seem all busy, few will stay,

 

In Armani suits, headsets and phones.

I look up to them, them down on me

From rock bottom to high life, metaphorically

The daily commute between work and warm homes.

 

Don’t use a cup, that just looks cheap

A nice little bowl should do the trick

No sign or sob story, just look a bit sick

A smile in  the eyes, nothing too deep.

 

Folk can be kind, some evil, it’s true

It’s not too bad, get enough most days

The shrapnel I get easily pays

For choccy, some baccy, butty and brew.

 

But most feel their conscience and think

Of their central heating, the sofa and bath

And steam rises up as mist from their breath

Slip me a quid, enough for a drink.

 

Once I had a job, commute every day,

A missus, couple of kids and a cat,

Then gambling and drugs changed all that.

We weren’t always like this, not always this way.

 

Nights are the worse, chill to the bone

Layer up, curl up, blank it all out

Ignore all the punters as they scream and shout

Next day’s the same, bitter and alone.

The big issue, army of the lost

The drugs, the drink, minds astray

Guarding cash point, bench, doorway,

Our money life, they pay the cost.

 

Best go now, cops heading down

Shuffllng my coil, the dog and me hat

Moving me house, me luxury flat

Going up in the world in this crazy town.

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