Camden Town

Camden Town – by Lori Moritz I found myself On the streets Of Camden Town Watching 40 different women I was with them Every one In Gothic coal-lined eyes In unfamiliar platform shoes Offering up a transcendent perspective While tripping up their ankles On raised crumbles Of ancient sidewalk blocks They wear short skirts Of cheap denim Sewn with a half-stitch Because youth Cares not for quality That goes with style Which calls them back To Camden Town Every time A boyfriend or two Tears the skirt from you Camden has something new Only 3 pounds Sterling If you know the system Of bartering And you do it To satisfy the yearning For something more Than 3 shillings of love He asks you back To Camden town Maybe get That purple corset Hanging in the window The one with black lace Camden’s not a trashy place Just a vile stink that settles Neath ultra-glitter Sticky perfume And sparkley eye goo To make his prick Pick you apart When your heart No longer sits In Camden town Buildings built to last Through centuries of lust Await their fate As display cases Servicing familiar faces That will still Come Here Walking When I’ll no longer be around...