Heart of Gold

Berlin

But not an inch of glamour 

A hostel

Not a hotel

or something of the latter

A man floating about

& wandering

but doesn't have a key

He's just begging fo a room

& everyone is letting him be

A football shirt

& faded tattoos

He's walking here

Then walking there

All over the boat

He's making friends

& chatting shit

Looking like a right tit

He has no clothes

But a packet of crisps

Asking for cash

his limbs peaking out 

& a bright red angry rash