Michael Dunningham


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 Author Michael Dunningham

A man slouched on the pavement
In his sombrero hat,
Which social welfare gave him
Because he had no flat.

Respectable is what he was
Before he lost his job,
But now he’s called a bludger
Another lazy slob.

While waiting for a meal
That one would call substantial
He lives in a depression
Both mental and financial.

Burgar bars are where he eats
His laundry is a stream,
Other needs are catered for
Among his wildest dreams.

No one cares to build the man
A cheap and nasty flat,
All he has to shelter him
Is one sombrero hat.

For housing corp are obsolete,
And flats are for the rich.
Tents are for the middle class
The rest live in the ditch.