WHAT D'YA HEAR
How is it, what's that, huh? This
myopic crowd makes me seasick
again. All that thwarting - the
little cotton candy kid, eating those
sweet, roasted nuts, he's barfing in
the gutter anew. What d'ya hear?
What should we do? Too much
precision, everyone gets tired, at
least this crowd's a mess. Let's go.
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A pile of fifty watches in this old
store window. Next door, they're
selling five-dollar dresses and shifts.
Each lady in the crowd looks over as
she goes. That street hawker from
Nigeria, he's seven-feet tall I swear!
What should we do? What d'ya hear?
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