I swear youre boxed in by this dawdling bint
You click your cane along a cordoned road
Your sunnies ward off sun in sweat you squint
You follow flow of mob and paver node
You bump a babe you catch a jewelry glint
You snort at scaffolds city council code
You rake through gravel granite grit and flint
Enlarged text virtualised your present lode
Teed St yields estrogen to second sight
Two window dummies nod you dashing dude
Your jacket boasts a hair on pill its blight
On tartan tracks in crackling static skewed
You board the bus to save yourself a mile
You swear to driver Rodneys step your style
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