Stu of the Steps
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.