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[bodytext] => Towards leaning tower blocks and wailing car alarms towards gas leaks, towards pot holes Where a dirty atmosphere lingers with intent on snarling streets and in the anguished retreats. unknown places visited in shame and used alone... Malevolence bitter in the air malevolence seeping, from the convoluted souls of dissolute youth Yet, behind the hoods and wild eyes at the source of anger a terrible truth lies. Poverty, disfigures and contaminates people Architects of their own failures? Prisoners of their own backgrounds? A young women's sallow face looks greased and sickly in the harsh sunlight her most spiteful act was a terrible accident she pushes it around in a pram Poverty disfigures and contaminates people Even the smell of stale beer won't stir old Alf now or the wet patch on his pillow. He died in a rented room. Phelgmatic paramedics interfere with the corpse and report their findings they find no charm in the gravy stains on his shirt or in the crusty fiver down his pants Sly eyes slide over the unreadable pages of my life and snort at it's conclusion the dregs of past pleasure can do nothing but linger with scent of perfume in a disused stairwell the last drags of youth still clinging feebly to a false hope but I guess I can't do anythingwith a mind ruined by monotony that can do nothing but scream through these quotidian days [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 64 [informant] => flavellm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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