Deep in grime, those fat jacks
kill each tile, sidewalk crimes
they’ll be back, spike my bile
Kill the quiet, push turnstile
grease the squeals, afternoon riot
ill earthquake, broken seals
Lay the cable, drag it back
a harsh beep, unstable
Grim with din, watch me crack.
Two days stint, lost bearings
cracked sidewalk, smile caved in
boosted noise, can’t keep track.
Tonight’s d’Verse-Meet the Bar is hosted by Björn who challenged us to try and write verse in anapestic tetrameter