A Chase Of Insanity Through a Seedy Underworld of Grit and Used Hypoderms, Again..

I saw him
Went this way
Went that
Who's that busker
I don't know his song
Ah, there he is
Oh, not more vomit
I hope he doesn't go in . .
He went in the back door
I will get him
There's that busker again
He's old, been on the street weeks
He's only 21
Government did him wrong
Promoted clean syringe week
Great idea at the time
Now its just 100 more addicts I have to deal with
Under the dumpster, got him
Oh, missed him
A number 32 with special fried rice
Love that sense
I'll have me a shrimp later
Just one more lump of feed on my patch
Ah, he's come from under the dumpster
He's fast, give him that
I'll cut him off round by the second handy
Great stall that one
Old Keef looks after my needs
Only on Fridays
Government did him wrong too
Decided his ex needed more money
She's fucking (oops, sorry swear jar) a Branson wannabe
He has to pay to feed a kid he never sees
Poor Keef Always smilin' though, got him.
Missed him
I'm not liking this much
What's this crowd?
So many legs and feet
Phew, he stinks
There's Barry
And the street corner beat poet
Mrs Majors and her Hubby
There's Frankie, I like Frankie
But so many new legs I've never seen
How can I find him amongst this lot
Damn! He's escaped
This time though, I'll get that mouse
And what the fuck are those people doing up there?
I'm off home, lifes tough for an alley cat.