Foul piercing jagged needles
Leave black and blue markings
On the back alley sharks
Swimming in the rose bushes.
A harmonica plays in the cold city wind,
While rain patters on the cracked concrete.
My wet woolen sweater wreaks of booze,
Uncomfortable on my skin.
A metallic discomfort on the tip of my tongue,
This is a slaughterhouse for the unfortunate young.