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Source:
Adults
Author:
Tanya Withers
Title:
Street One
Dance at my feet
you bloodsucker
Truckers pass
through everyday
Some make it
all the way
but not many
Lazer show
there goes another
clotted gore
in the gutter
some nutter
booted him
as he peed
against his tyre
Grey-eyed cop
Checks his i.d.
Body bag needs a tag
Roll him quick
Pretty slick
You think?
God I
need a drink
but do
I?
Smell that
rubber burn
Another
burn out
this time
Some clown
up town
Just a game
Check it out
all the same
Jeeeeez!
Clouds of smoke
Some joke
Two boys
lost
their faces
Hear their screams
Shroud the scene
this time
Seen worse
Fickle bodies
on the run
STOP right there
GIVE me your gun
HIT the floor
NOW!
Dance at my feet
you bloodsucker
Truckers pass
through everyday
Some make it
all the way
but not many
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