Please,
give now
to the homeless on our streets,
to make ends meet,
the poor folk
Im choked up with fear
they should go without beer
You,
with your greed,
just chuck them a quid
to have kids growing up
dependent on weed
Do your part
Have a care
Where's your heart?
as they stare,
comatose,
at us standing in rows
It's a flashpoint,
at the cashpoint
No change sir?
That's okay
We're only accepting notes today
C'mon,
after all they're needy
having a ball
can't you see?
Suffering and saddened
with no LCD TV
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