Never gave a toss for what they thought of him at school.
He was bounced from pillar to crumbling post.
They say I’ve got complex problems, whatever the fuck that is.
Started out on the grown-ups’ sherry, went on to weed and smack.
Getting drunk was a laugh, and robbing houses was fun, he said.
Got caught, let out, went back to the streets. Gonna get a fucking bag.
He sleeps in a wheelie bin now. It’s dry at least.
They asked, Has it got a lid on it? and laughed.
Well, you’re not homeless, ‘cos you’ve got a roof over your head!
Illustration Nick Victor