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Stop there look at what you have done

The Road has been raised and the Street Lost

Gone but yes there is a way out the Tea Shop still remains

As a sore in the whole game plan oh i see there is
a mendicant

Lying in state forever in regal green and incense sticks

Like a 24 hours Tea Shop should be burning
fragarant and stubborn

Adamant as it stands as a lanmark to the Denizens be

And the poet the author the painter the singer and the
Puppeteer

Crowd around for the cup that cheers

The dishevelled the dishonoured the dismissed and the
Disdainful are circling around near the fire

The January winter fumes cracking the bones and the
inner strata of their bodies

Welcome to the Street called Existentialism where death
is just a cup away and Life a cup towards self-pity

Discharged esteem, spent fury, bentt dismay

The Pagan Vaudeville has begun

Welcome to the Open Sky afflicted with Smog

And the Barefoot Undertakers' delight

A StreetCar named Mortuary

Its not putrid does not smell and is not Black humour

Ladies and Gentleman come please do come to Get into

The Cloak of DDoubt the Bubble of Immortality bursting

Into Free Street Poetry The Denial of the Promised The
Celebration of the Condemned the Doomed to Survive

In the Asyphyxed the Urban Asphalt Habitat

Welcome to the Monument























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