beggar me neighbour

beggar me neighbour

you sit there in the way

with your dog and grubby blanket

and a few coins

in your upturned cap

mumbling a please

that I do not want to hear

why should I talk to you

I don’t talk to anyone

  at random

why should you talk to me

  at random

why should I want to know who you are

  or were

more than I would want to know

  who anyone else is

give you a few coins for fags

  or for your mobile phone

no    no

if you need help go look for it 

get up from the side walk

  it’s not there is it

the government has my pennies

and they spend them on you as they see fit

  so why are there so many of you

messing up the place

go away

no I don’t want your magazine

  stop asking 

I don’t want it 

  there must be something you can do

why must I know something about you

I don’t even want your answer

  to that

I am walking past now

go away

  or stay

it’s up to you

just don’t keep asking

  that is what I’m asking you

why do I feel as if my words are cruel

see what you have done 

  just by sitting there 

all the shades of need across the world

  I am in my niche

  and you in yours

not my fault

  is it

shall I change my niche

can I change my niche

  let’s just be as we are

    eh

I am because of what I did

and I got here

  your turn to be somewhere 

just not here 

so don’t ask me 

again

if you think I can change the world

  you are wrong

we can stretch the elastic

but it always returns to its original shape

  over all the years

we live

we suffer

then goodbye

it’s the thoughts that count

  and they are free

and beggar your thoughts

  have made a beggar out of me