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Some choose to live a work free life

Stroll the streets while drinking wine,

Taking drugs and sofa surfing

Collecting their benefits is almost certain,

That this is the life they happily choose

But is this the case or mental health issues,

Staggering around town and visiting friends

They’ve no clue where this will ever end,

Staying in places that are dirty and full of needles

Getting strange looks from the normal people,

Travelling around as if they are all stray

Looking for new experiences each day,

But their main focus is getting off their faces

Norms mutter and mumble they are disgraces,

But the norms don’t know how these people got here

But i will tell you one thing, it’s complicated that’s clear,

And unless you walked some miles in their shoes

You’d realise this is not a life that anyone would choose,

It’s one they make the best of and live that lie

That they’re happy that way but that’s not the truth,

But they are never going to admit that to you,

So they carry on in their wine and drug addled states

Making out their lives are fantastic and great