Change (homeless rage)

You look at me
I look at you
Then you speak the words

“Any change mate?”

My eyes turn red
I stare at you
You repeat it again

“Any change mate?”

My hate flicks into overdrive
You know you’ve done wrong
I fly at you, and pin you to the wall

There is no CHANGE
Things are never going to CHANGE
Nothing is going to CHANGE

A crowd is gathering
None of who stops me
They all feel the same

No one calls the police
No one truly cares, it would be
One less roaming con
To pester us on the streets

I am sick of people like you
Cluttering up our corners and our curbs
Tattered and reeking, begging for pence
To by a cheap bottle whisky

You lot try to sell me some magazine
With pictures of a celeb’s pub brawl
Do you really think I care?
Hell, I got you pinned to a wall

“Any change mate?”

No. There’s no CHANGE
I’m not going to let

Things CHANGE