THE COMPETITION
She shakes her tin at the people in the street
Direct competition
The media drenched with her cause for more than a week
A good cause, they give, give, give
The bum in the doorway can fend for himself
Doesn't he realise there are homeless in Africa?
Direct competition
Her cause will buy blankets to warm the poor
Protect them against the heat of the African sun
Keep them, love them, nourish them
Breed them
Direct competition
The bum in the doorway, he's got it fine
All wrapped up in his woolly blanket
Protected against the sub zero wind
And the mid-January rain
He can be grateful he doesn't live in a third world country
He's got it made
They drop money freely into her tin
Direct competition
It feels good to help them from afar
That's what they need is a feel good factor
Money collected the cause is fed
Another springs up
The bum stays
Direct competition
Copyright Janet Abernethy 1999