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SEWER SIDE
"Them slopes are where they use to drag the horses out."
Our mistake,
We thought it would be informative.
Oh, it was.
Down the canal,
Slower than walking,
Slowed our pulses.
Stinking stocking
In charcoal grey
Laddered by desperate ducks.
Snake's skin shed
From secret sex lives
Sticks to the arse of industry.
A ratting scene tabloid,
A man and a boy,
A dog and a gun,
All barking.
"You can buy this bridge above you for a penny."
Our mistake,
We wanted to learn something
About the City.
Oh, we did. |
