Wieczorek poetycki: #3 Swędzi

that's just swell of a city's zeal
swell of a city's zeal
smell of acidic meal
smell of midnight's appeal
and wisdom of judges
far away from home
and frenzy of jugglers
that's keeping me still
away froum soul steal
asking for more
won't give you nothing
burned bridges will arise
with swell of a city's zeal