Dead Beat Beat

Dead Beat Beat

5am rising to work transistor radio playing, “Hey Jude” 
Like a heaven-sent something, giving meaning to England.

10am I’m retired, cars pass my house with dead beat beat, coming from super car audio, I feel sick.

(Photo used by permission of the bloke with the spotty trousers)

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