Strolling vacant passers-by
On a high street full of risk
Unseen yet not unseeable
Like trading places in a whisk
Baffled people can’t be arsed
When greeted with ‘hello’
Don’t do polite impulsive
From any anonymous fellow
So there we go we walk on by
In a street of silent folk
Civilities curbed and censored
Life it seems is not a joke
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