These city streets are as particular
As indifferent as lung cancer is to nonsmoking

The patrons of articulate
Asphalt and over populations choking

Civility and truths
Rewritten for only the Perview of the worthy

If you think therefore you can,
And if you art, then for show, speak your mind

We do a disservice to all kind
And to our laws simply Murphy

The life we cannot splice or accept
As imperfect as city traffic

Must we always deny and collide
Solving nothing, consuming blight

Panic if all we know is iron and war
I sense these streets beget the same

Homeless is all thunder and fires scorn
A mighty storm be headed our way...