Monday, 13 February 2017

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Urbain Eskimo
You walk under streetlights at dawn
For the sake of a good time
Where are you now?
Brushing leaves against your cheek
Is this the world you seek?
You keep on wondering in the land of smoke
Careful! You might choke
Where have you gone?
My dear young son
You follow the footsteps of shadows
keen as an owl
You won't let the wolf leap in a surge
His eyes are on you like Eckleburg  
And the shop shop shop
Might come in a hop
And all the cranberry pie
Will drip down your thigh