The dirty streets
Seem to call his name
The gambling joints
Violently tamed
The ragged folk
Nicknames no homes
Bottles and needles
A hidden cloak.
Inside this underbelly
Rotting decayed
A poet reads
A savage page
Against authority
In its hypocritical lie
I thought society
Was you and I.
In an old warehouse
The landlord rats
Nibble at the toes
Of non paying guests
The cars travel by
Sirens away
To some its just
Another day.