Sugar Doesn't Make Me Sweet

Manhatten  
New York City
It's not a Zen zone  
It's a money machine  
ATM life
You gotta make a lot of it
Just to stay average  
Yet there is a beauty in that  
It's a flesh on flesh town
Inter mingle of the masses
Nobody knows who's got what  
The gardners work on rooftops
My lawn is never brown  
Because there is no grass
Everyone smokes pot though
It wafts into your head space
Skunking every corner
I don't do drugs
I'm trying to give up drinking
Sugar doesn't make me sweet
Frozen red seedless grapes save the day
 
Dedicated to From the Ash  
Thank you