Mug

I walked her to the bus she called me a mug
All I did was drop 50 pence in his cup
Maybe he was just a drunk who'd spend it all on drugs
But who am I to judge?

I just spent 10 quid on this pack of cigarettes
It's been two months since I last claimed I quit
I've spent the last few hours getting recklessly pissed
And a hundred wasting life, yet, that’s all I can give

His boots were scuffed, his jacket cut
His scars were evident but his mind was shut
The world wandered by, his life was up
Destiny spoke to him, his time wouldn’t come

Imagine what we’d be without our helpers
If we didn’t get the handouts that helped us
Another human drifts nu searching for shelter
Today he was looking for someone to remember
He was alive

I dropped 50 pence in his cup, she called me a mug
A reminder to him that he was nothing to love
Practically scum, whilst we idolise a famous bunch
We neglect those that are fading in front of us

And you called me the mug.
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