I never listen to the whispers from the conmen on street corners
and prefer instead the barkers down the markets in East London.

the same thing is always the same
we need a change
new picture
gilt frame.

Language.

she spoke in several tongues
I stuck to my guns
and was shot down,
speaking English is alright
but she put me in her sights
and bombarded me with
Gujarati or Hindi or
maybe even Farsi

anyway she beat me.