City life

Midnight chimes
this cities beat,
the myriad sounds;
a million feet,
walking out on their way,
to here; to there
who can say.
The street lamps shining,
all around
this cities pretty
twilight gown.
Water trickles in the gutter,
Beggars here;
stumble, mutter.
Foxes rats
sit by the pail
young men singing,
drinking ale.

As ladies try to ply their trade
their pimp ass daddies
stand in shade
nightclubs strip-clubs
pubs and bars,
taxis buses
trains and cars
a thousand different
things to do,
a million options
just for you.
It seems to me,
no matter what you choose
it's your hard earned money
that you lose,
so for all these things I see,
it's country life
that's for me.