London Poetry Overheard

I mustn’t give myself a hardon.

Da uhvers will turn it against me.

How are your tits? Alas,

a fing will happen 

wevver we wish it or not.

I hate school.

I cleant my ears

on this black t-shirt

and now it shows.

Uvvers are laughing.

I would like to nibboo you

wif my lips.