Feeding the homeless

So Spider Man is on the case
In Birmingham where he
Visits homeless hungry souls
Who on the street now be

Imagine sitting every night
Alone and in the cold
Feeling that nobody loves or cares
Have a heart thats good as gold

And visit those poor unfortunates
With little in their gut
Those lost by the wayside
In Cameron’s Tory rut

It’s easy to forget them
Camped out on the street
In every major city
2 fingers to the elite

At the moment only Spider Man
But others get the idea
And thinking of each other more
Helps them allay fear

Good on yer spider man