Saturday, 21 January 2012


I sit and I stare as it pours and it pours
Heavier and wetter, it washes concrete clean
The world smells fresher, natures laws
Pitter patter appeals to eardrums, so serene
His wool cap is soaked and his can is gone
His coat gets heavier and wetter
He knows now he's wet the night willl be long
But he hopes tomorrow the sun will make it all better
From under a brolly he films the scene
While the owner spectates getting soaked
He raps in his face he doesn't mean to be mean
The drink kicks in and he feels provoked
As a young man he'd stand and put up a fight
But he's made a mistake because their skin is so dark
Their different from him, he used to be so light
But they mean him no harm, it's all just a lark

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