The Magpies

Bustling streets heaping with carts

And horses and walking moving parts

But amid these towers are the people "living"

The people who manage to make their nest by shivving

 

The Suburban man walking through the main busy world

All on his mind is his job, his wife and the money he's curled

But the "people" have came and see his riches 

So they swoop in and take the jewels, the diamonds and escape to the ditches

 

Back to the nest they go 

Or should I say the sewer

There mothers feed the child little food

and the above feel bad of them as a fewer