Walk past a sea of sleeping bags, blues and greens
see the man swimming beneath, lost in drugged sleep
take a sleeping bag, it’s yours. Drag it through littered
streets. Smile be happy. This is London. The Big City.
Smoke weed, roach hanging from your mouth
greet fellow travellers, lost souls
on the long and dusty road. Let the tears flow.
Smile be happy. This is London. The Big City.
In the West End, walk through Burlington Arcade
stop to have a shoe shine, shoes blackened
for a charge, a very large charge. Pay with your soul.
This is London. The Big City. The Valley of Plenty.
No money? Don’t worry. On the outskirts
of King’s Cross, come sleep rough, become one of us.
Join us. Get your feet blackened for free.
This is London. The Big City. The Valley of Death.
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