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Newcastle, No Can Do

Sitting off the side of the steps  
some corporate castle  
casually sharing a drink  
you know special sparkling apple juice
just laughter and positive smiles  
 
The mood is interrupted  
fuck wit wearing suit n tie
you can't sit here  
this is private property  
by the way i've called the police  
 
 
no can do this  
no can do that  
then what the fuck  
can you do my friend  
in this town you call Newcastle  
 
Down again smoking a joint  
back quiet entrance  
to some fucking department store  
meditation within the cities iron cage  
two seagulls fighting over some  
discarded fast food junk  
 
Rent a cop here  
kindly asking you to move on  
no smoking sorry  
 
 
no can do this  
no can do that  
then what the fuck  
can you do my friend  
in this town you call Newcastle

walk the streets
eyes shaded behind mirrored lens
taking in the vibe people watching


witnessing cuntstables moving the homeless on and out of sight

no can do this  
no can do that  
then what the fuck  
can you do my friend  
in this town you call Newcastle
Written by Carpe_Noctem
Published | Edited 23rd Jun 2019
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