This is a front, a
Way to help kill these long
Long days, back in odd nos
A way to look occcupied...
A time to have animal dreams, of
Camels in particular
Quabani or karaoke?
Or both?
The map on rear, the selection
Of radio cars, they say...
Go to the light, they say
It's horses for courses
So they say
I re-think, is it
International forwarders?
A babe in a wheelchair
Not...
I should've known
I could've grown up in these roads
This is worse than the olden days
Of terrible Tudors or
Of vile Victorians
I live in the age of
Northern stone industries
This is worth a mention as is
The asking of a question
Where is your local?
It is not answered
I'm a tiger
A t...t...tiger
I have changed this last bit for
My little runaway, today
I took my last ever pictures of
An unlikely acquaintance
I want to repeat this but is too shy
I chance upon one of the locals, a
Mother, quickly scanning for the headline about
A brothel Madam being cleared, she looks
At me and smiles