Your esteem's
Like the leaves
Crackling
Under footsteps
Under trees

Falling backwards
From your own "words"
Splattering
On the concrete
House of Cards

What a pity
To pity in yourself
To pity in good wealth
To pity in good health

And what a pity
You built it a city
Open Sewage
Clogs your roadways
Your gritty, ******, self loathing city.