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Paper meets Reality
You could, give
em five bob
Wave
as they float
rubber on tar
Call it
a taxi drive
through the
city, of hell
Like Barbara Streisand
in a bloodied
rose
Slap some "fuck me"
on the paper
as you watch
an implosion
from a distance
I could kick that
damn newspaper
he said
had "yesterday's news"
Call myself humble
Back myself into
the dark corner
Spend the five
bob, on two
carrier bags
We could find
a park bench
watch em
pass by
Kicking dirt
shoe-less
While we
hum cords
ode to Ralph McTell
Or we could
just
teach em to sell
[.]
Influenced thought pattern :- http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/mctell-ralph/streets-of-london-11077.html
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