SWICTHED SIDE, SAME OLD BLOCK

I sat on a concrete stool

Underneath a twilight crescent moon

Gazing at a geezer's dark room

Dabbing on a trinket I once used

My eyes not dismayed, calmly I behold

So tomorrow I won't be told

The tale of the trinket and the new lord

Switched side, same old block

Waltzed out the dark room, the trinket

Soon follow, the geezer clad in white singlet

An harlot? My eyes know one

That gives pleasure with no money gone

Switched side, same old block 

I beckon, oh trinket come

I know well that place you came from 

Has it become your home?

A place to make songs with melodious tone

Callow fool, it's just a stone throw away

From the place you use to stay

In cold nights with no wool shawl

Oh trinket, have you no shame at all?

Switched side, yet same old block

I wish the trinket sheer luck.

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