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Big Issue
By: C. McGuire

Byres Road:
outside Hillhead underground
am standin in the street
handin oot free newspapers
that naewon waants but um
getting paid for it anyway
so i don't mind.

but efter a bit a standin a Big Issue seller
walks alang and stands not far away from me
and he is with some boss type guy who makes
sure the vendors get to their stand to do thur joab.

they baith notice me handing oot
ma shite free news paper and i think:
aw naw! they are eyeing me up
thinking i am a right prick for
standing near the Big Issue guys
spot handing out a shite free paper
when he is selling a paper to help
homeless folk, ya know, a paper
with a purpose.

but they baith come over and say hello
and the boss guy pulls out two apples
from his bag and gives them to me
i put one in my left pocket and one in my right
and the boss said 'it's cold out here' and i say
'it is. thank you very much for the apple's' and
the Big Issue seller says to me
'don't worry yir no standin in ma spot'

so his boss goes and we both stand
just a wee bit apart from each other
and i go over to the seller and buy a copy
of the Big Issue off him and then i go back
and stand at my wee place and continue to
hand out mare free papers to folk

after a few hours the cold gets to you,
it's freezin and the rain starts to pish down
and i decide to get the bus hame and i
say goodbye to the big issue seller
and he says 'i'll see you some other time Big Man'

and i get on the bus and the bus is freezin as well
and efter a bit the windows start to steam up
with condensation because all the people going home
on the bus are given off body heat and
talkin and waiting to go hame fir thur dinner.
just like a was.

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