Poverty

Poverty Poverty,
You bring forth pain.
Hurt and lost feelings,
you bring me my shame.

My shame I wear,
With my raggety old dress.
My hair unbrushed,
Could you imagen any less?

No home for warmth,
or family to help.
I'm stuck on the streets,
I cry with a yelp.

A couple of quid,
Will get me threw this week.
Silly girls over there,
The heck is "Chiqu"?!

I'll sleep on the bench,
A fag in my gob.
I cry in frustration,
And begin to sob.

Shut your eyes tightly,
Girl on the streets.
Tonight is a cold one,
Have a peaceful sleep.