Peer out from the latticed window
And you can see the spires of the
Gothic structures erect as snooker cues.
The thumping music from the race cars
Mesmerizes the spoilt brats with pierced ears
Who sport sunglasses at night and chew tobacco.
There is jubilation in the air
And your eye is on the prowl
To capture a lost comrade’s twitching face.
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