Mancunian man

Crash herd of city lights
Fall on fallen mans appetite
A fist full of thistle and humming bird’s sperm
Scattered over sunning morns morn

Come hear to the love
Drenched in rain from a fist from above
Those city lights twinkle too much
Like traffic fires
And those Mancunian accents wax like leather
Worn upon
And those smiles fade with time
If you beat them down
Though that heart will remain gleeful
If not scorned upon

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