At the Hop

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molineux
molineux
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Let’s take a cab down town. We’ll hear the shriek
of brakes and smell the tyres - there’s a riot
every other night.

The street lights squint on everyone alike,
on looter, hooligan, on junk and cop;
they do not heed the sirens –

they are left in peace. Sometimes a fire
may scorch their graffiti but every night
they light the revellers

to safely take their loot whichever way
they want to take it ere they’re caught… Wow, dude –
that’s city life today!


molineux
molineux
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LesseloovesPeterLesseloovesPeterover 10 years ago

Very authentic city night feel to it.

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