We didn't build these streets for crazy people Poem, by J.D, at My poetic side

We didn't build these streets for crazy people—

We built them for leather soles and silver ties;

for gasoline and running cars;

for burning matches and pressed cigars

We didn't build these streets for crazy people—

We built them for gunshots and underdogs;

for shiny watches and window-panes;

for bleach-blonde hair and Mary Jane's

We didn't build these streets for crazy people—

Not for grit and grime, for shame or pain;

for deadly winters or needle-drains

for dirty kids and vomit-stains

We didn't build these streets for crazy people—

Not for broken stances, for bruised romances;

for unwashed jeans or pennies in a cup

for junkie boys down on their luck

for mothers who never see the day

for women whose dignity is stowed away

We didn't build these streets for crazy people—

Who were destined from the start,

to become one with the tar and asphalt,

who set the sane apart.

Comments +

Doggerel Dave February 17th, 2024 05:44
Such a picture of some streets I've walked down in my time....
- JaxxieFebruary 17th, 2024 11:39
  Me as well. And it’s just getting worse out there…
2781 February 17th, 2024 06:04
It's not the streets
It's the foundations.
- JaxxieFebruary 17th, 2024 11:37
  Very true.
Bobby O February 17th, 2024 08:27
I almost got it. I got lost on the last
Stanza.
- JaxxieFebruary 17th, 2024 11:30
  It means that a lot of people, due to their situations, are destined to end up on the streets. No matter what their story is, most just brush them off as loons.

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We didn't build these streets for crazy people