Tick- tock.
Cold bodies rock.
Defying warmth to enter in.
Dancing on  imaginary coals.
Trying to keep warm.
I'm homeless.
Sat on a pavement.
Being ignored, by the shoppers that dash.
All in a hurry.
No worries for them.
Lots for me.
Hiding beneath a Christmas tree.
A tree in the park actually.
Black dog passes.
He ***** his leg.
Probably as cold as me.
Reminds me,
I need a wee.
Where to go?
The question is.
Shops are shut.
It's Sunday.
Pub's open.
They won't let me in.
They say I stink!
Homeless lady straight from the rag bag.
They bar my way.
Gee whizz I'm busting.
If I can sneak onto the station platform.
I may *** for free!
(C) LIVVI