155. The London Lad Way

I love to watch the Londoners spit
A regular waterworks!
Some spouts of two
Or four
Or more
Ejected through the gaps between their teeth
Mixed with tobacco and smelling of whiskey
On the streets and in the grass
Whenever they feel it accumulating –
Even with their loved ones
Or children
Or parents
Or coworkers
Or boss
Or the Queen
Or God –
Hey! When you gotta spit,
You gotta spit –
No swallows about it.