A Song 4 Medway

All along the medway
As poetry says.

All kinds of things good and evil dwell alongside the medway.

Not too much to be seen of the good
But from my knowledge most evil.

I walk from one end of the med to the other

Only to discover
the evil

Playing at its best.
so many friends

have been
and gone
to my despair

and all along the med in the old days they called it

desperadoe.

The medway caught me when i was
weak and people
of the med

offerd me weed and a quick fix
ime feeling fine
but then the medway introduced me to the fine art of poppy seed waste a bitter
but beautiful taste

which made a waste
of everything beautiful in my life

what a strife
As everything by the med was cute,

We was in our glory only to end up gory.

glory gory medway.

or was it medway or the loonatics it accomodates,
boasting,
fighting
frightend soul
but we still went on and
fought & fought

and shit on each other,
lied cheated,
stole, stole
and snatched
the soul of a person
if
off gaurd,