I Hate Your Utopia

-I don't give a fuck how pretty your city is.-
It still smells like piss, wrapped in aesthetics.-
 
The shit from the sewer bubbles up from underneath.-
With the looks of discouraged, as it walks on the streets.-
 
The reapage of seepage.-
 
It doesn't matter, your city's name.-
The underbelly of freeway bridges all look the same.-
 
Armpitiful of poison feces.-
Parade of neglect, release me.-
 
Pave the way for decay.-
 
It sleeps wrapped in blankets of mucus and bile.-
Puddling in vomit, chunks volatile.-  
 
You're fewer than manure.-
 
The church of the perished.-
Come to prey for the week.-
With their noses in the air.-
Earth has inherited the stink.-
 
Pollution is the solution.-
 
Your words escape to mate with the smog.-
Your toilet of arteries seem to be clogged.-
 
I've never seen so many shadows in the daylight.-
With your plastic forests and garbage smiles.-
It landfills me up with no emotion and empty sight.-
Built layered upon cracked OCD tiles.-
 
Proud and loud.-
Neighborhooded masks.-
Pride and lied.-
No heart to attack.-
Pride denied.-
Metaphoria.-
Denied you pried.-
Flawed Utopia.-
 
Riots of silence.-
 
You hide from the world.-
I pity your cleanliness.-
You hide the world from yourself.-
Thanks, you're fuckin' hideous.-
 
You're clutter in my gutter.-
 
Architect with a broken neck.-
Lowlife eye level with the concrete.-
Hidden horrors in pristine building.-
Windowed pain kneeling in the cold street.