Manly Ferry. Sydney Harbour, Sydney. September 2012. Street Song , Thom Gunn I am too young to grow a beard But yes man it was me you heard In dirty denim and dark glasses. I look through everyone who passes But ask him clear, I do not plead, Keys Lids acid and speed. My grass is not oregano. Some of it grew in Mexico. You cannot guess the weed I hold, Clara Green, Acapulco Gold, Panama Red, you name it man, Best on the street since I began. My methedrine, my double-sun, Will give you too lives in your one, Five days of power before you crash. At which time use these lumps of hash - They burn so sweet, they smoke so smooth, They make you sharper while they soothe. Now here, the best I've got to show, Made by a righteous cat I know. Pure acid - it will scrape your brain, And make it something else again. Call it heaven, call it hell, Join me and see the world I sell. Join me, and I will take you there, Your head will cut out from your hair Into whi...