Dim o' dusk – and withered maiden
Rocks her head to fire's fading
Crooked nose and reading glasses
Pulled a story out her ass is
Tells the ancient cry o' scatty
Fairy tale of princess Twattie
Of three brothers, each a bother
And their elder whoring mother
Up and down flows story's tide

























Nie wiem kto jest autorem, ktoś kiedyś na jednej ze ścian jakiegoś zrujnowanego opuszczonego budynki napisał ten wiersz markerem.