efflorescence hail or freeze, I've ...

efflorescence hail or freeze, I've bread here baked rent-free!
Whoring's my trade, and my whore pleases me;
Bad cat, bad rat; we're just the same if weighed.
We that be fond of filth, filth follows us, you see;
Honour make offs from us, as from her we run away
Inside this brothel where we drive our trade.
A.C. Swinbume, "The Ballad of Villon and Fat Madge"
upon the back of Tom Pickard's just discovered book, Fuckwind (Buckfastleigh, England: Etruscan works 1999), in lieu of an author photograph there is a drawn out shot of bold graffiti onward the streets of Newcastle relating to Tyne ...