The Nerd At the Newsagent

Doesn’t your heart just go out to the nerd when you’re at the newsagent Y’know when he drops his wallet and the pennies fall out at the front of the queue And his glasses slide to the tip of his slender nose as he stoops To grab the rolling pennies with his long pale fingers The skin head thug with the bolt through his nose behind him swears You want to thump him but he looks too fierce He stands on the last coin with his Doc Marten’s I want to yell 'Get off his coin, you bully!' But I don’t want anyone to know The nerd’s my brother!