Sat kerb side

Slurping cheap cider

That smells like piss

Shit stained rags

That are a blue bottle's bliss

Finger nails like chisels

Long and very Black

And as well all detour around you

You hold out your hat

And a myriad of scenarios

Run through my mind

As to whether you like cider

Or are you saving up for wine

You get the fastest checkout

Hyper scanned and through

Cause there is a flaming great aroma

Emerging from your shoes

You scuttle and you shuffle

Your pavement abode is always clear

Because of your must not have aroma

We dare not venture near.

You are the abomination of mankind

With your dirty begging hands

And you cider and your wine

But how are we judgemental

We don’t know your tale

Oh we think we are so wonderful

But yet we let you fail!