Walking down Cabildo,
Looking for a cash machine.
Why do all these greasy (*##$es,

Keep on staring right at me?

$#&@ yourself,

You tracksuit clown.
$#&@ your haircut.
$#&@ your frown.


You're looking at my streak of hair?
You can die, for all I care.

I'm texting as I cross the street.
Gangster skills of the elite.


Textual entry of the sexual gentry,
Checking Google Maps and %#@!.
Posting on the board while I'm abroad,

This is my specialty.

These shifty creeps ain't worth a %#@!,

Pierced lips, official football kits.
I'm paranoid as $#&@, you see.
The Goose has put the fear in me.