No Place Like Home
What's going on in my home town?
I ask you this from behind my frown
The high streets full of charity places
Populating the vacant spaces.
We are overrun with taxi cabs
"You working late pal? Ya looking Shabs!"
'Cheers gadge, am on til 9, am bloody seek!' the drive whines
Junkies, Alkies, our streets they roam, what's your poison?
Cheap cider, vodka, methadone?
Part time Dads, teenage Mams
Pushing babies in their prams
Weekends out on the piss
Names climbing up the council list
Generations play the benefit game
Bleeding us dry, is their sole aim
Council house and on the sick
Everything bought on the tick
50 inch tellies, 3 piece suites
Shopping sprees almost every week
I love our town, I really do
But for now the town is screwed
Run by a council with half a brain
Shops are empty, such a shame
If it wasn't for the holiday camps
Filled up every year with ska...families from North and South
Weegies, Geordies every year
They love this place I regard so dear
So dual the A1, lower the rent
Tackle the problems with intent
A town of which we should be proud
Not cursing under a big black cloud.
William Duffy.
Copyright © William Duffy | Year Posted 2014
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