The Rolling Stones

They were pulling down the neighborhoods,
leaving gaping holes,
vacancy.

The city ached
and was dangerous.

Gaunt faced,
they came to watch
the rag cloaked skeletons
who caused young girls to piss themselves,
young men to lash out in fury.

A feverish London,
1964.

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