An old friend was seen today,
Doped up on god-knows-what.
He lives in Walsall now,
In debt and on the dole,
And living it up on drugs.
His knuckles are scabbed
From when he KO’d someone who
Attacked him with a knife,
And he keeps laughing at things
Which don’t exist.
Around us, burly builders rip up old
Cobbles and replace them with pastel-
Coloured, shiny new ones.
The population increases,
But everything else remains the same
(Apart from the cobbles).
Please tell me what you think
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ernest observations... good describing words... I like it ..
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