True Vulgarity

 
 
po' lonesome humans, each
on they own deserted street,
canno see each other for  nothing
nowhere no'how.
 
yo, pilgrim, how ye doin'?
fine fine superfine hows'bout
yself? Couldn'be better!
(could'a been best!)
&
 
now, no one sees the diff
erence. Still every one knows
the score. Every One knows every
one, de'spite having never met /aboard
this empty vehicle /  ( as
to
whom is it
that wee speak?   )
                                 Please. Don't step  
                                 on me (any) more.
                                
                                  Just give us a ride
 
                                           home).
 
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