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Another Friday night is here The bastard stoops by

Another Friday night is here
The bastard stoops by the Eastern wall
Awaiting another hapless loner
He listens, watching silently
"Patience, patience," he mumbles

On his left, the preacherman
Dishes the poor man's gospel
"Give, give," he croaks
As his belt struggles to hold
That which he's "received"

Further down the road
Music blares, the smell of cheap liquor
Hand in hand, crazy old men
follow the streetwalkers 
Their hardened loins leading the way


The beggar under the bridge looks on, 
smiling to himself
He shivers in the cold watching
 as the night slowly burns away

No one cares for him, 
Not tonight
Forgotten, irrelevant, he is
Just like a god, on another Friday night
@Khapoya

©Enock Khapoya Friday Night
#steps
Another Friday night is here
The bastard stoops by the Eastern wall
Awaiting another hapless loner
He listens, watching silently
"Patience, patience," he mumbles

On his left, the preacherman
Dishes the poor man's gospel
"Give, give," he croaks
As his belt struggles to hold
That which he's "received"

Further down the road
Music blares, the smell of cheap liquor
Hand in hand, crazy old men
follow the streetwalkers 
Their hardened loins leading the way


The beggar under the bridge looks on, 
smiling to himself
He shivers in the cold watching
 as the night slowly burns away

No one cares for him, 
Not tonight
Forgotten, irrelevant, he is
Just like a god, on another Friday night
@Khapoya

©Enock Khapoya Friday Night
#steps