The imprint of a day on the streets.
Today one turned his head and feigned attack
Taking the piss
And when they take a piss:
Concrete splash-back.
I'm lucky, look at me
Laughs red-tooth man
I look at him, he's wet
Lucky he's not shit-splattered.
I've never heard a moo
The silently superior type
But I suspect they chant Om
At the conclusion of morning yoga.
An unlikely parking warden
An effective stop sign
No grass for you
Urban bovine from the Far Side.
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