Taxi! Taxi!

Even the cabs were full
when the streets glittered
thick with the gwit gwat
screams of hooker heels
on raw concrete.
Even the cabs passed me
leaving lonely lamp posts
for me to hump
when I’m not busy
being ignored.
Fat hangs on tight
with nowhere to go
but down down down
when the streets sparkle
with the lost revulsion
of a quiet night.

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