Well readers looks like I’ve found a way to charge my phone so here’s 2 poems for you. I seem to of found myself in Hammersmith London and am feeling pretty chilled. You know me readers, for this homeless blogger Covid19 and poetry just go together like hand and glove. Both poems are about the fears we all have about others which are usually completely unfounded but keep us apart.
So without further ado here’s poem number 1:
Our Fears
Big smoke
No way!
I’ll be eaten alive
Gangs, guns, knives
Killed for a glance
Gone forgotten
Dissolved into concrete
My fears kept me away
The homeless
Keep away
They’ll eat me alive
Dirty drunks junkies
Subhuman vampires
Need pity
I’ll give to charity
My fears keep me away
We heard it talking
Respectful kind
Engage, Communism, homeless
Assertive with humour
Confident cool calm
She approached
Smiling London New
Our Fears drifted away.
A Public Health Message
For the sake of public health
Your ordered to stay apart
It’s vital for public health
That your fears do not depart
Your dirty disease ridden
Spitting and vile
We your government know
From behind guns and bars by the mile
Your government are scared
We know not what to do
So stay 2 meters apart
And close all public loos
Covid19 Poetry
Hope you like the covid19 Poetry, it’s extremely hard for the whole country but particularly use outside homeless. Looking forward to a nice cuppa in McDonald’s again. Simple things.
Just one last thing before I go. Last night at 8pm I was clapping for carers, key workers and NHS outside Downing Street. It’s about inclusion you see and escaping the socioeconomic traps we all find ourselves in. The Prime Minister was safely behind tall bars with spikes on the top and there were 2 police officers with guns to ensure homeless prison and government prison were kept apart.
It’s a question of social mobility. I’ve had a lot of time added for good behaviour to my homeless prison sentance.
See you on the other side readers.
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