I see them sleeping in the street,
down Holborn almost
everyone I meet
has a sleeping bag
inside another bag upon their back.
Knights who travel on the road and
Damsels in distress.
We stack them neatly and we tag,
the moment that the sleeping bag
is laid upon the ground and the bag
upon their back is another thing that
we attack.
Peace,
release and let them be,
they don't bother me if I don't
bother them
but it's time that we as men
should help and then
perhaps,
it won't bother me.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
I see them sleeping in the street,
down Holborn almost
everyone I meet
has a sleeping bag
inside another bag upon their back.
Knights who travel on the road and
Damsels in distress.
We stack them neatly and we tag,
the moment that the sleeping bag
is laid upon the ground and the bag
upon their back is another thing that
we attack.
Peace,
release and let them be,
they don't bother me if I don't
bother them
but it's time that we as men
should help and then
perhaps,
it won't bother me.
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