You are not random picked. I tell you you
     Are much like the one I knew before, that died.
     Shall we sit down, and drink and munch a while
     —I want to see if you will really do:
     If not we’ll get it over now outside.
     Wary I wait for one unusual smile.


     I never felt this restiveness with her:
     I lay calm wanting nothing but what I had.
     And now I stand each night outside the Mills
     For girls, to shift them to the cinema
     Or dance hall… Like the world, I’ve gone to bad.
     A deadly world: for once I like, it kills.