J O H N

JOHN my name is John and as you can see  I'm really not one for personal property The clothes on my back are all i have got I know it isn't an awful lot My bed for the night is wherever I lay Maybe a bench or a shop doorway Lying in the dark with no central heating The cold wind giving my body a real savage beating Strangers walk by oblivious to me Some are kind enough to toss me 20 p I'm all alone here in this treacherous place You can see this from the torment that runs through my face Hunger and thirst are all I can feel As I'm hunting through the bins for my next meal Maybe some chips or a half eaten pie I stumble along fighting the tears I cry Selling the big issue is my only employment As you can imagine there are no prospects or any enjoyment I long for a home and maybe a bird But what chance have I got i know it's absurd Police move me on wherever I go If only they could see if only they could know It's not my fault that I'm so down Blame those idiots Blair and Brown Why do I exist heaven only knows Everyday is like waiting for the circling crows Some people may think that I am bluffing But all I know is I am J ust O ne.  H opeless.  N othing