I would love to see this world upside down,
So the outcast would be the world's senter now.

I would love to run away and find the folks same as me.
Yet first I gotta save'em fron themselves, you see.

We'll find some towns' ruins, resurect them as we please.
The new towns will be our kingdoms, our folks shall rule with ease.

When the revolutions would overtake all sities, all of them'll be gone.
And the winds would bring us dust that  just a night ago was stone.

The system will be ruined, celebrate with me.
It would be crazy hard getting used,and yet, it's fine by me.

I am sorry fellow poets,
I can t see what you write often enough.
but life now is a mess.
So please, forgive me.

The curtains have risen.
The actors changed their personalities.
The stage has started to shine.
Yet one boy did not wat to put on the mask.
Yet the audience was missing.
Yet the theater was a flat.

On wheels
On the road
Off our heads
City bound
Let's go bro
Let the adrenalin flow
In search of narcotics
On Devilment Row
Where the good don't go

Here dealers compete
In a threatening way
And if you're not bold
You better not stay
Young joeys surround you
On the carpark
But you ignore them
And head inside
The deals are better in there
Amidst the heavy dealers

Thirty or forty
To pick and choose from
What ya sellin'?
What ya deals like?
Everyone's suspicious
And everyone's armed
There are people murdered
In this part of town
And nobody blinks an eye
And you know that when
You're that close to death
You feel so very much alive

                                     By Phil Roberts