The bright sun beats down on the laughing people.
They scream, they laugh, and they swear.
Even in the heat, they wear two pairs of shorts,
one pair down to their knees.
They walk like ducks, waddling left and right.
Vulgar language spits from their mouths without a second thought.
This is Dobson.

Sweaty bodies run around the scorching cement.
The cement looks like a Dalmatian with petrified gum droppings.
The bushes are overgrown.
The air reeks of irrigation.
Everyone's noses are scrunched up due to the stench.
This is Dobson.