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Summertime Is Here 
Rays, streams of the stuff; 
Military men, drunk, laying heads on kerbs; 
A taxi driver dragging a blonde woman from his cab; 
Old women watching, large hands, rough; 
The bright sunshine brought madness; 
Irrational vocabulary within the constabulary; 
The police force wily in their waiting; 
Truncheons arranged in badness; 
The heat got to the street and opened be’el’s music box; 
Eyes show more than eyes, screams, cries; 
A led pellet, just as the crow flies, 
Into a loud mouth and shatters with agony molar rocks; 
Summertime is here holding sternly a sharpened hatchet; 
Gun shots zoom across the thin blue sky; 
A child falls and grazes his scabbed knees; 
An insane man on the telephone, keeps asking for Nurse Ratched, 
While I drink beer and relax.