Wadering around the shopping parade looking at nice things,

I feel people watching me, a bad day just begins,

A man in a uniform barks at me,”What you want round here?”

“I am looking in shop windows my friend, I though that would be clear”?

“Don’t get funny with me old man,” Mr uniform had to say,

“We don’t want your sort around here, it ruins peoples day.”

“But I am not bothering anyone, I like to see pretty lights,”

“Sometimes I want to be around people after long and lonely nights,”

“If you like to look at lights you scum there’s some traffic lights out there,”

“Clear off you bum, go elsewhere, you are not allowed to stay in here,”

“Would you answer one question, what have I done wrong why do I have to leave?”

“Because you smell of garbage man, your making people heave?”

So I picked up my old plastic bag and trudged towards the door.

Past a crowd of lookers on, the uniform shouts, “And don’t come here no more.”

Rage burned my mind as the church going Christian’s began to clap and cheer.

“We don’t want you in our back yard I hope we have made it clear.”