The road is a ledger, a
white line down the centre
two margins for error,
lubricating *** holes which
resemble ink wells, occasional
notes, figures, no doubt are
percentages, even lit up at
night for those who work late.

****, Im on the wrong side,
back after 20 years in France,
someone just called me be a
Fukin Eejit, perhaps it's the
Pixie Hat, no way of knowing
I was Irish, me eers is hid!