Across downtown
Lives a stock
To and fro they walk
Streets they flock
Racing against the ticking clock
Torn end of the stinking sock
Free , ever in spree
From reality expect to flee
Chocking smoke
Staggery walk
Lying in wait , the gliding hawk
Of all kinds they hawk
Seem busy , all tipsy , won easy
Bleeding wounds , haunted scars
Screeching tyres , men on hire
Raging fire , open air
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