Street

Pasty grey, shaking boozers trundle from the off licence.
Simian scrotes lurk on the corner awaiting instruction.
I walk on by, a minority of one.

A blue collar rolls by, an inventory. Wheels; wife; construction.
pregnant schoolgirl tries to curse herself but is unable; awaiting the
love of her bastard child.
I walk on by, a minority of one.

Ain't fuck all here for me on Lieghton Street.
only vultures and subcultures.
Ain't nothing here for me.

I walk on by In fear.
A minority of one.