You can be a dosser, a wino, a vagrant: all three.
You can be a junkie, a pimp, a rent boy.
A shoplifter, a petty crook, a hardened recidivist.
You can be dirty, in body and in mind,
You can be anything you want,
Yes, anything you want:
You don’t have to fill in an application form,
You don’t even have to apply over the counter,
You just turn up and do it,
Anytime you like, and there you are,
I doubt they’ll even notice you,
They’re crying out for them that badly.
You see, there’s a lot of room at the bottom.
[The above was first published in Wrong Side Of The River.]
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