The Beggar
He hobbled along the London street
beside us as we sauntered down
'I'll tell you a joke, young misses... sir...'
He was just an irish man lost in London
and wanting to go home.
'You tell them I'm not beggin', but
makin' an honest livin' as a entertainer'
We smiled and nodded.
'This is the last one, the last one -
I promise...' three before the end.
'And I can get away with it;
you're young and open minded.'
Patiently, we listened.
Honestly, we laughed.
'The price o' a burgers gone up -
can't ye spare a penny?'
I gave him a pound.
The Beggar (Camden Town)
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And so it came to pass
that everything that was
had never come to be
it's a dangerous living this... life...
Did you think that the demon would possess us?
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