Are These Lights Always Red Poem by sean north

Are these lights, always
red

Like these lines always
long

As to moan and do
wail

About all that is
wrong

Meets, for their
markets

From the hot little
pot

Caught out so
completely

Not knowing what's
what

And too, wish when it
ends

Who could just rewind
it

Been such a long time
now

To try and just f'n find
s#it

Scheming away about
pleasure

Ooh persecuting with pain at
leisure

Rubbing the chin taking it all
in

Depths not but one thing can
measure