Andy Hunter

May 20, 1957, Margate UK
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On the run

I’ve had enough, can’t face today
All their crap is thrown my way
Whatever I say or do ain’t right
Probably get another kicking tonight

I watch them glare through raging eyes
They contradict and patronise
And make me feel I don’t belong
A worthless piece of human scum

Threatened by an angry fist
So many reasons on their list
Every day they shout and moan
Don't need this shit - I gotta go

Accused with lies, now on the run
Inflicting pain for them is fun
I lie awake, with no-one to tell
They call it home - I call it hell

To hang on to my sanity
I’ll dream of what perhaps may be
And find a quiet lonely place
Imagine that it’s my own space

Won’t die on my feet – can’t live on my knees
Just walk the streets, with no one to please
With no goodbye’s – I’ll walk away
Perhaps survive another day

Stay out of sight – leave them behind
Eradicate them from my mind
I’ve found a small damp empty space
It may be cold, but at least I’m safe
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