One way or another, the streets would be paved with gold.
It was a matter of time, sure. But more importantly,
it was a matter who the **** would help a town like this.

Shitsville, New Jersey: a faecal suburb.  
Years of dead and still rotting potential
with an ugly face,
the eyes of a hawk and a sense
of remorse an executioner would be proud of.

The day I see a  kid sleeping as sound as they should,
I'll drop to my knees, pull my resentful fist
out of God's *** and
kiss it for forgiveness.

But the streets are ****** now.
And the janitors have drugs and hookers,
not mops and brooms.

My coffee is tepid and so is the sky.
The clouds snap shadows to the floor
and demonize the sleeping ***'s silhouette.

It's funny,
you can't help but feel that
life would be simpler eating
twisted crap out of dumpsters.
But what those ******* Bums don't know

is that they are missing out
on some of the best things in life;
money, self-respect.
But then again

I don't see any of those drugpushers
give a **** about self-respect. And
your money is as valuable as
the **** you want to poison yourself with.

My spoon tinkles
and finds sanctity in the mug.
I toss a dollar to the waitress

and smile at her on my way out.
Nothing.
Nothing but the blank face
I always get from that *****.
I don't know why I bother

going back to that place.
As I leave, I hurt a little
and realise that
it's the only home I have.

What a ******* sorry state of affairs.
I leave the diner and turn up my collar.
The rain spots my glasses
but I'm not sure if I care.

**** could be a lot worse.

Rain rain , sun burns , wind , the train that might stop at the stop that stops me .
Fun in the heat
Drags , smoking cheap ***** like baccy was just fine , clouds over am nearly smiling again .
Bus to shitsville I don't care , the stops look mostly the same , the shops sell mostly  the same , I never got off the bus , i was going no where and probably back to my illness anyway.
Sunshine again , the humans got of and took in the the same middle town sights, I took more of myself prescriptions  , went to the  toilet on the coach, not  a lot happened  , a slight passing of *****
There now all back on now and the next stop is  definitely get off place , tall trees green grass  high bridges and another small cafe , with lost people just like me x