3 am
we went to Nizamudin to get booze
crossing the shitty railway tracks
that smelt of real India,
with a dirty drunken old man
who led the way
we got two half bottles of Royal Stag
and two beer bottles for the ladies
we drank all
and they all went to sleep
how boring were they
they didnt even whisper
"we are fucking drunk "
Only me left on the road
looking around for a clean place
To sleep
but the damned dogs shooed me away
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