you hear something?
sure did mister . . .
the bang of future-now!
and
two
no
three
muggers in the car park
high-tops
crunching on the gravel
but you dont know that mister
you cant see them your lobes are tight with dioxide
thats stereotypes that is
have a look turn round see them in the streetlight?
yes mister
three
pasty faces
and
suits
and
good shoes
their eyes weak with thin justification
and thats not gravel mister
no?
no thats the finger bones of the state
and
the
skulls
of
the
schools . . .
hand on your wallet mister
and
keep moving
stay in the shadows
bide your time . . .
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