From the darkness he does creep,
In shadows
And in the grimes where t’was sleep,
Moving in slow painful way,
In shadows.
Avoiding the light of day.

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In through a dark shattered glass,
Wearing rags
To a darkness were to pass,
Rags and time in sleep and pain,
Changing rags,
Higher status to obtain.

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Out of a grimy doorway,
Dirty clothes,
The afternoon sun at play,
Just a worker half way through,
Dirty clothes,
And t’is no notice of you.

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A cheep hotel hookers dwell,
Changing clothes,
And Joes in their little hell,
Another one in and out,
Changing clothes,
One more no one care about.

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Leaving as the others do,
Just a suit,
Caring not about the who
Just another in the crowd,
Just a suit,
A quiet amongst the loud.

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