July is the time it began
I can’t believe it has been well over a year
And yet there are so many people outside
Even though their habit costs them so dear
In the wet, windy and cold weather
Their kind stands alone
Huddled together to try and keep warm
But the only warmth is from a little light
That shines so bright
When they take that dying puff
To get their nicotine fix
And trying not to cough
The thing that surprises me most
Is the cost of this little packet
You hardly have much left
From a ten pound note
Out on the lash
They have to carry a lot of cash
To buy their rounds of drink
As well as their packets of fags
Which makes them really stink
Their white and brown friend
Really makes its mark
On their teeth, lungs and heart
But most obvious of all
It is their bank account that takes the toll
Twenty pound a week is over a grand a year
Which could be used to pay
For clothes, houses or more important gear
