I can feel the disaffection
In men beaten to death
Outside their front door.
I feel it in all night
Parties where alcohol is
Harder to find than ket,
And lips have been gnawed
By swinging jaws.
The kid with the shaved head
To the student finally realising
That it's a perfect day for bananafish.
Bruised arms and bloodshot
Eyes, always trying to touch
The sky.
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