stretching beneath the city, Snaking through lands dotted by skyscrapers, Twisting roads, and railroad tracks, Residential homes, Feeding the underground complex, A world hidden away, From the sight and olfactory senses, Of man above.
Hello resident of apartment 6B, I'm so happy you think I'm your stinking mongrel's best chance at a bowel movement! While you're at it, go play with some matches! Better yet, park your car next to me on the street! I have a real job, and I'm not employed at Don's Johns! Maybe if you set yourself on fire, you'll see me as something other than a porta *****!