Okie, well that was that neighbourhood,

Such stories have I glimmered spacing,

Lets see what happens at next pacing...

I trodded these street just a little too crazed,

And now shadows haunt each walking step,

But I'm moving more central to the mischief,

Now I hear the arguments from my window,

So naturally I got to start my worrying early,

Of watching my body walk again without me,

That living dissociate of downtowner gossip,

Fallen for false eyes and loosing saner mind,

Before long I'll be falling on the lawyers floors,

And pegging articles of love on church doors,

Mincing words with unspeaking stone statues,

And wandering alleys alone looking for justice.