The Sum of Some Parts

Some morning
Some way to go
Some let the car doors slam just because they can
Some overrate the sun’s rays and catch an edge and walk
Some think it is an advantage to shortcut through
Some other’s workplace to get to their patch of platform quicker
Some are wrong
Some walk in military step
through a gallery of tattoos who defend the bus stop as if life depends
Some acknowledge postmen and always bin their tab-ends
Some wheel around handbags on wheels as if life was in miniature
Some addicts queue their half-lives for the asos or the amazon
Some will never return
Some queue to sign on
Some queue to sign off ill
Some know what was in that bag by the lamppost
Some post no bills
Some skip round bins and say morning to the sweeper of the street
Some are leashed and shed their bark and walk on skitty feet
Some notice shoes
Some haircuts
Some trees
Some see the fella eating Tesco sushi for breakfast and ask what kind of prick is he

Some mum loses the plot
Some dad proudly carries the school project he’s made all on his own well done
Some doubt that life is a catwalk
Some wolf whistle to themselves
Some hold their phone in both hands ‘cos what they’re like round here
Some words are dubbed
Some words are dreaded
Some do will not have their hands free where they are headed
Some wonder how much phone conversation is ever really needed
Some struggle to race their tax breaks over sleeping police
Some really laugh when cars kick right off
Some skip the strewn fox legacy thinking it might be nice to wear a watch
Some really care about the typeface
Some get up when they want ‘cept on Wednesdays
Some with headphones can’t walk the racing line
Some have no chance of performance enhancing
Some up for general classification
Some free bikes fell off the waggon

Some paint lines round corners
Some are dress-code complimentary
Some vend
Some flyer
Some are out of order
Some engineer
Some time
Some get the papers get the papers
Some mouths like beermats
Some warnings about smoking
Some hemline round gas works where it all feels a bit floaty
Some unpruned weeds and prune skin bare
Some tans
Some factors
Some like the fact the work’s being done it’s the swearing she can’t bear
Some shit in the woods
Some in the grip of cans
Some fortify the whining
Some books on the wall
Some mummy’s hand
Some short skirt salivate
Some never ever indicate

Some pass the half hour quickly but wish they had the right sort of Rizla
Some know the blinking habits of every crossing on this patch and forget the names of every street passed
Some wear flip flops
Some wear beats
No-one wears a decent hat
Some high five
Many high viz
Some genuinely don’t care if it rains but wish they hadn’t stepped in that
Some will never be called the space cowboy and are really fine with it
Some argue in the shop
Some can spare a little change
Some pretend to not
Some can’t recognise when it’s all over
and don’t know when to stop
Some can’t recognise when it’s all over
and don’t know when to stop
Some can’t recognise when it’s all over
and don’t know when to stop.