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THE HORRID STREETS

Phil Roberts 1957 (Melbourne)

I walk upon the horrid streets
And I must feel forlorn,
My hopes, my dreams have flown away
As though they’d never been born.

I live upon the Western streets
And receive abuse and scorn,
From foul-mouthed swine and harridans
All my promises are long gone.

The torrid streets are killing me
And all those milling around,
Our dreams of moving on have died
So now we’re moving down.

We’re moving down to Barkly Street
Where only losers move,
We’re facing evil lies and scorn
Slander and foul abuse.

I’m living in the torrid streets
Now all my hopes have died,
I walk upon the concrete streets
Just hoping to survive.

THE END
© Copyright 2021, Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia

About this poem

Footscray used to be a great place to live. But the Hoon (hooligan) element has now taken over.

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Written on July 07, 2008

Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on July 13, 2021

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