Damp and soggy air
difficult to breathe in
nowt inside the freezer
fridge broke, cupboards empty
Two stripe tracky bottoms
‘Hot rock’ holes obliterate
the last ounce of smoky dignity
As you hang your head in shame
Skint and all washed up
nowt left… not just in pocket
hollowed with a meathook
life ripped out of your eye socket
Never took the time to plan
or pay ‘the man’ and save
now the cold of twighlight’s setting in
and you’re freezing like the grave