This Modern Madness

The pavements are a wash with scum.
The slime and stink.
like disguised chewing gum
stuck to the sink
of my fractured psyche.
There were friends
talking with fists.
They said  
this was the Modern Madness
with a season of mist,
Old people
whistling through
dentures and broken teeth.
Where the buses run late
and passengers
no not what they do,
Where they move to a different seat
just to avoid you.
Where lads and delinquents
discard intelligence
like the empty pint glass
rolling back and forth
along the razors edge.
Where people walk to slow
or crawl to fast.
Where human nature
was never built to last.
Where greed
is the seed that drives the man.
Where the man shuts his eyes
and doesn't give a dam.
Where the anxiety cuts you in two.
Where the children walk to the ark
in pairs of two by two by two...
And so it goes until the day you die.
This is the Modern Madness people,
The disease if you please,
But tonight we fly
to better dreams
if only Mr Sandman, please
give me a better dream!.