Kerri Shying R # 545 - do their own dirty work if killing

I said bip them   at the roundabout

this morning    and you did   there’s

still the union    automatically 

a long  link in the chain when  we were

both    illegal people   rummaging

in the trick box  of respectability

for this hat   or that   so skilled at hiding

and illusion   that there  was no room

for hobbies   sport  daytime   we lived in

waiting   rooms  dress-ups  

and the bell went for the  light to fade

toughen  up   was the face I turned most often  

 to the street    and to the

ones who staggered just as fucked

along the same canal    keep your

wits about you   let the mongrels

do their own dirty work    if killing

must be done   I doubt there is a scheme

 to understand  how      we       who

are left    grow old    lest we forget

beside   the trenches the interest-only

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