The View From The Office Window

The scallies in the alley

Congregate, illicit

Sharing joints and curse words

Making reference, explicit

To things they did or said they did or did but they don’t say they did

The scallies in the alley

Tracksuits, hoodies, gear

Unknown in their complexities

Obscenities only, hear

The things they want or say they want or don’t but won’t admit it

The scallies in the alley,

Surreptitious, but alert

Are tough and hard and dangerous

But never are they heard

For no one knows what they think they know, no, no-one knows but those in the know

‘What you looking at?’ the scally says.

‘This picture ain’t for free.

For no one knows what they think they know,

No, no-one knows but me.’