Brats don’t give a fuck
Construction was never in my world,
Too cold to miss the game
Noo excuses might see the lovely Suzie
Lucky Suz I call her
A dead cat stretches out perhaps it’s sleeping
Cut this wind to the back of me
Billy should have the hot counter on the go –
A pie on the fly will do me
No point in thinking of home time,
It’ll come soon enough
reminds me of T.S. Eliot’s modern city images… keep writing!