Having Home Less Love

There are muggers, who haunt the night And hide as foe, away from sight Then appear from dark giving fright And with flick knives, threaten to fight I don’t carry a lot of cash I’m aware to avoid a lash And I’m always prepared to dash The filth who deal, peddle bad stuff Which makes you puke after a puff They are the trash that make it tough Even straw dogs, they think it rough High and wasted and filled with doubt Slow suicide’s the worst way out An existence in endless drought My friends they hide in shame of me The back of heads is all I see And deaf are all unto my plea For ear or help, they turn and flee On the pillow landed a dove As crack cocaine stole my dear love A knife of lost in me it shove Stay calm and quiet, give no one trust A hidden heart a heedful must Invite not love accept all lust Accept unfair and the unjust I don’t use no condoms for sex Nor go clinics for the health checks Though I swap one night to the next