There are so many men
That walk about these streets
Looking at women
As if they are a feast
They lounge on park benches
Put up their feet
And bus stop seats
They drink till they piss though their pants
And glance at women as they walk past with prams
They smash up display windows
Shout across the road to “FRANK”
Make you uncomfortable
Stomach churning in fact.
I feel bad for their history
I feel bad for their past
Perhaps things could have been better
Then wetting their pants
But I fear for the future
What is to come?
This is more than bad behaviour
Floors with chewing gum
This is a war
Of the angry and poor
The vulnerable all around
Being left to rot in the ground
And I hate walking about
The streets make me scared
It’s the authorities job
But they won’t make a change.
