Snow,
deep and white
fell
sometime
in the night, but
I was alright
snug in bed.
Under the snow lies the world that I know,
the ***** and grubby
and yet it still snubs me,
I don't want the snow to go.
Under Waterloo Bridge,
another shelf in the fridge, a cruel World for some
where the Sun doesn't shine and it's cold all the time
designed to be beat
dead on their feet
a bed on cement
backs bent by the day
lay the broken and cracked.
A fact of society.
Snow came as a blessing,
one more white dressing for
the ulcerated trunks of
incapable drunks.
Do you see them?
the jetsam
do they worry you?
they will if you let them.
I bet some of them had lives
children and wives,
washed out in the flow now
thoughts covered in snow now
and it's cold outside.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
Snow,
deep and white
fell
sometime
in the night, but
I was alright
snug in bed.
Under the snow lies the world that I know,
the ***** and grubby
and yet it still snubs me,
I don't want the snow to go.
Under Waterloo Bridge,
another shelf in the fridge, a cruel World for some
where the Sun doesn't shine and it's cold all the time
designed to be beat
dead on their feet
a bed on cement
backs bent by the day
lay the broken and cracked.
A fact of society.
Snow came as a blessing,
one more white dressing for
the ulcerated trunks of
incapable drunks.
Do you see them?
the jetsam
do they worry you?
they will if you let them.
I bet some of them had lives
children and wives,
washed out in the flow now
thoughts covered in snow now
and it's cold outside.
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