Advice From A Roving Artist

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"Can't go home right now, and that's the truth Julie Burchill is drinking free champagne on my roof And the front door's off limits, at least to the likes of me So you see right here, right here This is my story… Slept in a strangers flat in all of my clothes And in the morning took a bus across the city To feel safer and closer to home Passed a sign on the door, and a couple more Saying 'Welcome to Hard Times' 'Welcome to Hard Times' And I thought of a friend, who's window looked out onto nothing but fields While outside mine, a bookshop was closing down It's closed now…" And it starts to look unlikely As people leave around me "Helen King wrote a letter to me Sent May 19th, the day of my birthday From a desk in a library, in some far off country "I'm a roving artist now, it's alright, it's OK" Except there's no magic left in crystal balls I'm not sure there ever was at all But listen, what will happen My favourite question, it's best left for the last line in a poem…" And it starts to look unlikely As people leave around me FASHIONISTAS WE DON'T NEED YOU