Whistle

Pop went the Weezil in pissing

ratty

runty

rain filled

trash alley,

he gave her the cash

green

she had made

her needy tally

another

relationship dropped on the ground

400 kids lost

not saved nor found,

the concrete evolves

lapping up the human waste

catching everything

that falls

stray bullets

cash

spunk

blood

oranges

                             all kinds of hell

a sign of success

high-rise buildings towering

above us all

tempting the odd

jumper

punter to try

to better the fall,

arsehole

fool

a duel with...

for what

why

why not

a life they apparently have not got

a fucking chance

a glance

at the energies faxed inside

every day

people play with mans' concrete death slide

step aside

i love it when you hide