My pockets are packed with heinous devices,
my clothing contains illegal, oriental spices.
From insects and minerals, including cut diamonds,
cigars, watches, peaches and roast sugared almonds
to explosives and weapons and parts for your car,
I'm bulging like a mobile, crazy Turkish bazaar.
I'm on fire, I'm glowing, like a luminous 'Hey!' sign.
Heart bangs from my chest like it's no longer mine!
Of all the days for this lunatic, desperate ambition,
to find myself trembling, with cardiac-al condition.
No don't meet his eye, don't draw their attention
nor look away, to arouse some suspicion,
keep pace with the walkers so they only see
no reasons for inspection to land up on me!
The gate on far side, will it be my salvation?
Can ill-gotten gains, give intended elation?
If only? When home and sat with my pay,
will I breathe easy, knowing I've got clean away?
Used to carry twice this much,
I was brave!
Now I'm older
I am almost... I'm nearly, nearly ...
But here's the hand, on my shoulder.
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