ATL

  Reborn from flames
  And risen from ash,
Didn't burn long enough
To be rid of the rats.
 
Streets rebuilt
 over hill and dale
But they never got rid
Of the God awful smell
 
With a hand for the homeless
Like an abusive father
You might get fed
But all else is a bother
 
No bathrooms for miles
Unless you have cash
So the streets are like toilets
And I can't rhyme to that...
 
Walls, benches, and parks
Display human filth
Like a Jackson Pollock
Or one of his ilk
 
Watch where you wait
Watch where you step
No place for the homeless
To rest, except...
 
Jails so hungry
For people in need
With mental disorders
And addictions to feed
 
The ATL
Is not what you thought
Unless you imagined
A great place to get shot