Quadrophenia https://mikebellpoems.com/quadrophenia/

Shingle/ Vinegar/ Under-pier strokes of cock - undesired [pills were not dropped after a fuck]/ Complaints by age- weighted sunbathers - youth scum/ Sing to me [when you can] 'bout zoot suits & sharp creases [being a Mod wasn't about anything honest]/ Gull calls & chip wrappers - upper litter still blows into seafront trippers [they used to ride on scooters]/ Old Mods look on as girls bare too much - hard times of under-pier I-love are lost - There should be a sign - Here is Brighton's least costly room [a consummated place] & let every Jimmy there-ever- was return to savour old spray [but - I gotta get running now]