and the avid beggars
hog the cold sidewalks jaundiced arms
outstretched
bloodied palms opened
professionals doing what professionals do
attired
in that ropey blanket of sheep skinned
the mouldy ties with the chains of fortunes missed
the trousers of everyman blues I mixed with de wrung uns
their guardy jackets screams jailhouse rock with stench
and the tattered trainers logoed
I took wrung turns - I made mistakes, man

So these unseen hogs hog the cold pavements of the losers
eyes glazes with street certificate of excellence
as the able and firm trundle past
carrying work logs and season tickets
notes files laptops with Reports needed yesterday
the white vans men
and mothers on budgets do not even look
all have other mouths to feed
and prostitution is no option
they all sailed past the things with the outstretched palms

our beggars cloudy eyes know the drill
money for nothing is a hard gig
they may ignore us like we are vermins on gin
but what knows them
bout the law of averages
persistence is the key, persistence is the key
we control them but they know not
hey, office workers, moms and white vans men
plumbers, teachers, rat-racers
come see me at day's end

I probably make more than you do in a week
from my cold side walk
I control you
and more pockets than denims
its a numbers game
and persistence is the key
we of the underground know that....