I Get Knocked Down But I Always Get Up Again

This Chapter will only appear in the second print of THE PUNK POET.
In recent weeks we have been evicted, slept rough, been made homeless, lived in a hostel but have just been re-housed in a 3-bed semi.
As always I seem to "land on my feet" and "come up smelling of roses" and hopefully we will soon be relocated to Appletree Way Wickford or at worse one of the nearby streets.