Black cab cavalcades arrive Dark vessels in dark vessels Dress cobblestones in H&M shadows and alcoholic sonnets Being ‘I hate paki taxi drivers’. One they call Trish has a back scab Chinese font emblazons her back A goddess of ultra violet An image in orange Blowing off a bottle of Bud. Mandy’s out for the shag Surrounded by chavs aroma And words which melt her ice exterior ‘you’ve got wicked tits darlin’ ‘not so bad yourself mate’. Three AM kerb vultures Peck away at dead gazelles Kebab meat gorged by kebab meat Devoured in a spon street alleyway Gary gets a blow job Next to where his mate pissed.