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Somers Town

Born in a high rise, low mind concrete prison.
Delivered gift wrapped to a predestined repetition. 
Bars on doors,  on windows and wrapped around my mouth.  

The loudness of silence.

Unknown entities draped in faded British bulldogs holding pints and childhoods, one in each hand. 
The family men gathered whetting their lips with hops, hurt and hate.

Loose Knuckles and loose lips both sink women, I mean ships.

Warm dead paving, a lifetime of chewed up, spat out offerings littering the estate like a Jackson Pollock altar.

Sacred violence. 

The bikes piled up on the green, a can in the spokes, a flame, a bike missing, an R.I.P plaque on a wall.

The smell of BBQs, the feel of brick walls baked from sun and slander, the sound of beatings in the distance, the taste of stolen innocence.

Sirens and sadness - a Somers Town soundtrack, 10 blackjacks, a panda pop, and a boy who didn’t make it home. Another child who died alone. 

Will I ever be happy here?  Free? A story of redemption? 

Escape. 

Will I make it or just another obituary from the council estate.
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Premium Member Somers Point

On the New Jersey Shore, there is Ocean City.
It has a boardwalk that looks so pretty.
Whole families enjoy a day in the sun.
There is so much to do for some summer fun.

There are restaurants and shops galore.
There are amusement park rides, and plenty more.
You can buy fudge, salt water taffy, and cotton candy.
All of it tastes so sweet and dandy.

This town is some splendid vacation turf.
You have the sun, the sand, and some salty surf.
This place has an ideal first-class beach.
From Philly and New York, it’s within reach.

However, here is one fact no one will deny:
Ocean City is a town that is dry.
There is no place to get a shot or a beer.
If you want to drink, you cannot stay here.

To get some booze, you have to go away.
Hop on the bridge, and go across the bay.
A town is there that has many a drinking joint.
This other place is known as Somers Point.
Form: Rhyme

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