On The Tanner

What happened to the tatty boys,
number eleven under their nose,
with one sock rolled all the way up
and the other showing toes?

They grew up there between the cracks
where the mossy greenslime grows,
on the pavements on the side of town
where the factories all closed.

We used to give them penny chews,
they'd play with knives like those
we saw in films and comic books,
where the neon always glows.

Now they live on copper coins,
their bloodstream anti-froze,
they count their nights in empty cans
where the neon always glows.

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