Cuckoo

Drug cuckoos fly from London, Liverpool, due north, north east With heroin, cocaine and cannabis Seeking a nest to lay their poison in Not in the richer parts of town Well feathered, powerful Not where neighbours watch And know their rights Poor people live like birds in the woods: When trouble comes, each must take flight Or fight. But where to fly? And how to fight the parasitic cuckoo? Jobless, friendless, living with a habit The cuckoos' hostsits fearful in his nest There is no knock on the door Boots kick it open, Crime lords do not need a calling card They come, wielding machetes, There is no sanctuary. It's a dead end. Send for the undertaker. Cuckoo's off Scot free.