In the Gutters
We find waste and trash alike
You'd never expect to see man in it
So when you find one in it
People laugh while watching him snore
They say;
He's a charming drunk
In the gutters
So many things that are incomprehensible are found
So after waking up to see a used condom by her side
Abena dumps it in the gutters
She was raped, with no stress
How?
She was soft like a worm
Thanks to three bottles of beer
In the gutters
We expect to find dirty water flow through
So when we see a man's documents by the pub
We pick it up
But we are perplexed;
The front page had gotten torn.
How did it get there?
The owner drank to stupor while celebrating last night.
In the Gutters
We've seen dreams destroyed
So if you can save a life
We seek your support.
I used a phone's clock while writing with my phone.
This is indeed a strike to our current situation relying to alcoholism. Kudos!