Asbo
The beer cans are almost esoteric
Banging down the trash shaft
As boots slide over dog`s pavements;
Tunnels clatter with horseshoes
And piss, an estate with no state;
A simian face against a growler;
I`m sorry for the sorry, skins,
But my stomach turns with Angst.
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2014
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