Facetious, isn't it?
Wind, rain, scattered away at redbrick tattles
A steaming window open for the cats to acknowledge the dogs

Red lights mean to go,
You're out of your depth hon
Imbued with the stench of liberty
you never smoked straights until this one.

Have you ever looked away in your life?
She could've lived here in another one
Something other than mere coin trade to get in
Stay lost until the arrival of a new drum.

Green lights mean to obstruct you,
show a finger or two in solidarity
post-work pre-stasis invulnerability
a punter with a mamba mentality
punch drunk duck-and-cover normality
an 8 ball to uppercut that sensibility
because you've yet to experience frivolity,
sequence the newcomers glistened with heterofemininity
giving themselves an excuse to think they can touch you.

There's always a speaker to call your saviour,
tripled ***** neat with a Scouse sergeant major
the very last place 'round here to not let you in,
five-hundredfold more appealing than the ******* New Inn.

I leave with the new sun not expecting anymore,
I find everything I will ever need at the superstore.