Suited and rancid

Down from his town loft

to perch for the curbers by

                                            Suave tramp inn't he

                                            Black tie and scabies

Do not look directly into his eyes

Le sucre medusa

Don't feckin look

You'll want to take him home

But my Mrs will look

She has love that sees

                                      the just born

                                      the next dead

                                      the we blocked

                                      the very beauty

                                      of our need

                                      and

                                      his most enveloping soul

                                      the Carrefour Beggar

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