Knock it down, Build it up
Pie and mash, Razor Cut
Eels and liquor, Salt beef stew
The real Eastenders
Beat the fuck out of you
Not the Eastend as it is now,But the Eastend as it was then
Boxing clubs all around, hard men in suits, hidden underground,
Foot Soldiers collecting dues, hard bastards, stirring up feuds,
Pawn shops there were a few along with a Population of wealthy Jews, Christian churches, Congregation of gangs, taking prayers then onto gang bangs
Pigs Heads and trotters, hanging in the butchers, Specialised tailors cleaning up sutures.
Racketeering, A percentage taken, leave them some to not leave them broken.
Pay your way or disappear, complete a column underneath Southend pier.
all said and done, there were those good, not involved but understood.
Living lives as good people do, working jobs in the East End Zoo.
Monday, 14 November 2011
Bethnal Green
I write as an escape as the world can be hard, I find it so sad that people suffer in many ways, and exclude no excuse for greediness or bullying. if one person can read my nonsense in there own personal way and find relief from struggles then that is all I ask. please feel free
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