Creeping along the kerbside,
Kicking at flowerpots,
The miserable ***,
who lives under his hat.
The black floppy hat,
keeps the sunshine out of his eyes.
His bottle in hand, as he staggers along.
This young dandy dude,
wanders along, nose stuck up in the air,
Looked at the drunk guy,
Giggled to himself,
he wanted some fun,
Actually fancied a laugh,
The drunk guy,
He snorted, farted and roared, red faced,
Ignored the dandy for a moment or two,
Then he thought out loud, "why the fu** are you checking me out,"
Posh boy grinned,  
A face full of mischief ,thought the old drunk  looked hot for fun,  like he wanted to play.
In his poshest voice, " Hey  you ****, you come over here"
If I give you a dime, you want a gift"
The drunken fella staggered over to see,
A trip, said the posh ****.
Said he'd send on a pure holiday,
Gave him just an acid tab,
Now he's flying free!
Got to ride that trip, 'til the end of time!
(c)Livvi