Ultraviolent

There's a car in our street

Near the corner where we used to meet

With ultraviolet under lights

The men inside with ultraviolent sights

They've a dog, you can't smoke it

It's not that it would provoke it

See, to him, to them, to them

It's a weapon, a crutch that they

Can lean on

Take off your graffiti, take off you mask

Is that too big a task, is that too

Much to ask?

There's a place on our street

Where girls on crack do tricks cheap

The condoms scattered round at light