This City

Puddles on the sidewalk
Cracks in the pavement
Passing faces in the streets.
Worn eyes and tired feet
Fast paced they walk,
Overtaking me.
Quick to run
To catch up with their lives
Catching the bait
Missing the point
Wondering why...

Skinny Jeans,
Torn, black, damp.
Splashes of murky doubt
Around my ankles.
Flat Caps, graphic shirts.
Fake jewellery scuffs my neck.
Converse all-star
Raybans
Hide me.

This city is our home.
It is our prison.
Break us! Break us!
We go willingly
Flies to honey
We get stuck, writhing.
Hiding behind our masks
We cant be saved
We won’t be.
Money money money
Chase it, little rabbits!
Dollar signs in our eyes