If yew int got nothin
there's fuckall t lose
an ev'rythin t gain.
I bin standin
on-a street corners
buskin far too long.
A dragon flag draped
( a bit manky-lookin)
over my shiverin shoulders.
Crowds pass by f'r-a game
singin theyer ol ymns,
with theyer three feathers on :
daffs f'r-a day,
pissed as fuckin farts,
droppin a few coins.
I play s many tewns,
sneakin in my own songs ;
Eaves an Stevens an Jarman.
Quick pic f Facebook an Instagram,
some'll stop an lissen ;
always on the edge o things.
Opefully, one day centre stage
performin f the ones oo gather,
ones oo'll finelee make a change.