MY NAME IS JASON

My name is Jason can I have your attention please 
The odour he gave was like that of mouldy cheese
A most unwelcome sight on the tube I have to say
As the passengers stared or looked the other way 

Jason requested any change for a cup of tea 
His legs were shaking just below the knee 
The clothes were scruffy and I'm afraid didn't fit
He mumbled and cursed that his life was shit 

I wonder what is the story of dear Jason's life 
Was he ever married and did he ever have a wife
Did his parents disown him when he was a child
Has he ever been happy and has he ever smiled 

So I got off the tube at a crowded Baker Street 
An encounter with Jason I didn't want to repeat 
Happy that my fridge is full and a bed for my head
Grateful I have everything it has to be said