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Spitting at Bus Stops
Graffiti under a bridge: a cock; kev luvs liz.
Bodies half developed, tufts of pubic hair,
and they need to check if their penis is still there.
A fast food job to top up their EMA.
Getting away with as little as they can,
taking the fight, on the streets, to the man.
A cap on a head, not worn backwards anymore,
an ASBO sewn violently on a sleeve
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Wednesday 13th April 2011 2:23 pm
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