KaiserPerpendicularWith designer streetsOf designer clothesEbor streetOpens up the argumentIn ShoreditchWaitingFor a replyHer voice arrivedBefore she didCutting throughThe gentrified airAdding colourTo the graffiti'Because you're maleAnd I'm female' she said.Amidst the cursingAnd swearingAnd pointingAt the injusticeHanging therePlain to seeUnlike his manhoodShe shouts down the side streetAt one of four young menNot saying a wordThat could be heardOver the tirade of abuseShe wagedAnd stagedRighteouslyStanding in the middle of the roadHer oversized stripedMulticolouredPaddedLumberjack type shirtSaggy tracky bottomsAnd greasy short hairScraped backInto a tiny pony tailThat did nothingPracticalOr for appearanceBut balanced her profileStanding defiantlyAnd with the nonchalanceOf only someoneWith a chip on her shoulderShe's had so longIt's a comfortA cushionTo lay her head on at nightWhen the gentrified air turns coldAnd regeneration providesNo roofOver her head,Or calmsHer headThis is her homeThey are walking throughThey should have more respectAnd to a womanDon't they know?She wondersLeaning upAgainst the street artThe wallpaper of her worldRolling a rolyIn the great ashtray of her lifeOnly looking upTo berate the guysSome moreLong goneShe swears at themAnd at the worldAnd continues onPast the street-longBuilding-tallGiant wordEXTORTIONISTSTurning left ontoRedchurch StreetStill cursingLong forgotten deitiesIn London's18th Century slumsAnd called by EngelsThe worst conditionsOf the working classIn 19th century EnglandBut today designer streetsWith no room on the insideFor herShe is goneBut her voice remainsScreaming 'Kaiser'At the very extremityOf her rangeThe louder she shoutsThe further the sound travelsAnd the wider her worldThis is her personal spaceShe shouts'Kaiser',There is no reply'Kaiser' she shouts againStill nothing.Is he the illusiveKeyser SözeThe Usual Suspects askHe will not be foundThe Shoreditch crowdConcur and continueTo confer inTrendy bars and cafesWith the 70s eclectic lookOf London in New YorkWith eco-friendly earthy namesLike HunterGather CafeSo far from its cave man rootsApart from the carrot juiceBanana cake and WiFiHow far we've come!A dog ambles inThrough the open doorSkirts the legs of people and tablesCan't be taken seriouslyWearing a snoodFor a collarIs it a bandanna?Dogs don't wear snoodsDogs don't wear anythingEmperor's new clothes?Emperor. Caesar. Kaiser.A scream'Get out Kaiser'He's foundAndTail between his legsFollows her outAs the BaristaSays quietly'There's no need to shout'When in factThere is
Bank Holiday Monday, the afternoon of April 6th 2015 Ebor Street, by Eine's graffiti piece 'Extortionists' and Red Church Street, once the worst slum in London and now a place for the hipsters and wealthy of London to shop and dine.
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