It’s the morning in the cityand it really is a pitythat the doorways smell of piss and desperation.There’s at least a dozen vagrantssat in blankets left on pavementsas the world sneers in disgust and agitation.There’s a sound as students cluck(but they couldn’t give a fuck),Just so long as they can make their graduation.Well, the police…
It’s the morning in the city
and it really is a pity
that the doorways smell of piss and desperation.
There’s at least a dozen vagrants
sat in blankets left on pavements
as the world sneers in disgust and agitation.
There’s a sound as students cluck
(but they couldn’t give a fuck),
Just so long as they can make their graduation.
Well, the police won’t move them on,
and if you look for them they’ve gone
as they scurried back to safety in their station.
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
Dec247h 
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