Bricks, stone, Asphalt
watchout for the assault
No trees or gorillas
No lions tigers or monkeys
maybe a few horses
and donkeys
No tarzan swinging
or jungle birds singing
Houses dawn the streets
Candy stores sells sweets
on the corners
the wild animals meets
At nights it isn't safe
to walk the streets
Even the police aren't safe
carrying guns
The priest and clergy behind
closed doors screw the nuns
The crooked politicians
try to act like magicians
sooner or later they too
will need the physicians
interesting interpretation of the state of affairs in the street. i like the comparative to the jungle, which may seem more tame than the street these days.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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Well written piece.
God Bless,
Lew
thank you, ~D.