Under the bridge

What has happened here, under this bridge?

Who has been driven down to the river,

Under the M56, that runs through to Manchester?

What drove them down there to that ugly grey world,

Cement blocks for chairs and graffiti to view

While they share stolen kisses and shoot up their drugs.

Why did that happen to her and not me?

And what fatal flaws has this place sometimes seen?

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