Unstreetsmart?
Cant tell the smoke from the smog, can hear my foot falls either, leapt over the open drains to avoid its greenish bog, entangled again in the flimsy crafts of spiders. Why! dirt and filth line the streets, noise and smoke from jalopies and lorries, Quite unperturbed, I paused to get some sweets Alas, my dissapeared wallet is the crown of my worries.