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Buskin

Concrete conquests melt into one
Where nothing of any age
Has ever lasted for long.
Chewing gum stained paving slabs
Cannot deny such abuse
As is applied by fag ends, shattered lives
And, expensive shoes.

Where no one pays attention to the
Strumming guitar's lament
With a kagool and umbrella
That fashion a ruff made, Dog tent.

"Spare any change man?"
Questions this part gloved hand
But I know U man and
My money falls through your grasping fingers
like sand.

Your fingers are ever grasping
For another ten pound bag.
Destined for a 30K needle
And a tooth drawn strap.

So spare any change man.
Nah, not I.
But I'll extend to you my pity
As with each hit we watch you die