Homeless in London

The streets are unfamiliar, the AirBnB is grim.

How was I to know, I wouldn’t like Brixton.

I’m eating in the park, because bedroom eating is off-limits.

I wish they’d said this in the ad, because I would have packed a picnic.

The night is getting dark, my mood is still light.

I’m homeless in London with no eating rights.

One day at a time, soon a new house will be mine.

I won’t feel as guilty for having a late bed time.

Homeless in London, has it really come to this?

Where you can’t go anywhere unless you pay to piss.

Summer in the Northern Hemisphere, where the sun sleeps after ten.

Summertime in London, alone but zen.

I can taste chicken in my felafel, and in my Sunday chips.

I must start cooking my own food again, before my clothes go “rip”.

Homeless in London, I wouldn’t change a thing.

No one to tell me where to go or tell me what to think.

Homeless in London, at least I have a job.

Homeless in London but not looking for places to rob.

Summertime in London, nothing can really compare.

Even if I don't know, what I’m doing here.