Ode to Friendliness

Of late I collected few acquaintances from the hordes of great unwashed rear door rangers – ‘a pan man’, ‘a crimper’, ‘a dish pig’, and ‘a pure finder’. They do their errands, smoke, giggles lewd and testiculate wildly in public places. Among them I stand like a Bengali Menace. You may sneer but I’m at ease in their companionship comparable to group of New Ageists elitist (sic).

I am into Dickens'.