wires
they
got crossed
like they say
indoor fog
falls
down
the
days face
you know the kind
like cotton wools
clogging
the
hippocampus
tell me something i dont know
my names ford dagenham
im
a writer
and
dawns is behind me
i get the call
uptown
they say
we
been compromised
tell me something i dont know
i look at my hand
it
holds a mobile
lines
open
naked phone - i think
naked
phone - i write it down
underline
it - a title
my names ford dagenham
im
a writer
anyway i got a title
before
lunch too
and
im dry
so
very dry
but
us ?
we
are compromised
for
sure
i
get the dial tone
on
my naked phone
disconnected
by the fuckers uptown
and well i got a title
before
lunch too and the rest
well
the rest
its
on the streets of course
and
can stay there
for
all i care
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