Newspapers and crisp packets
Drunk men with dirty jackets
Old cars with tyres stripped
Rubbish heaps where junks been tipped
On the south side of the Thames.
Dirty faces, wearing rags
Used matches and ends of fags
Smoke and dirt from old cars
Smashed bottles and cracked jars
On the south side of the thames.
Old tunnels filled with dirt
Old people watching, feelings hurt
Grey walls full of graffiti
Big kids strong and meaty
On the South side of the thames.
Broken street lamps light the night
Two youths quarrel and have a fight
Rag and bone men on horses and carts
Smoke in the pubs and the sound of darts
On the South side of the Thames.
Brown leaves, shrivelled flowers in a window box
Old ladies with nylon coats, wishing they were fox terraced houses pushing out smoke
Kids drinking water, wishing it was coke
On the south side of the Thames.
South side by a poet called James smith
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