Up top this eve. The ladies latrine Red pimples stop when machines pass. And sometimes whats in between Oxford Street Rathbone Place Newman Street next in the west.
Small girls scream with big chest Their lift knows what is best And quickly turn about face.
Waste collectors have work cut out Students listen to the grout Cerruti and Fenwick shout And measure the losses opposites I pull up. Some journey where fake trees squat. Written on the bus going home from seeing my Caz.