The men who are the Gods among us.
The ones who remove the refuse and disgust.
They come in their chariots of steel
Ridding us of the piles of fecal...
The horrid stench that makes the city
and the streets oh so gritty..
All the lights on run down shit
and the dudes on the corner talking a hit.
The cops on the other just watching it all.
Just another night down by Madison hall.
The buildings reaching up into the sky
and the smell of that stenchy urine smelling guy.
All the trash for all to see.
All the trash made by you and me.
All the shit that is here is for us.
just sit smug as you ride on the bus.
The trash-men will come, someday soon
and then maybe someone with a broom
but no matter for it'll be shitty tomorrow
with another bum sleeping away his sorrow.
So maybe the big city isn't so good after all
with all it's little cubby hole shops in the mall.
All the bums looking for change
and the people acting so strange.
People talking to themselves as they walk
wondering if they mean walk the talk...
All the taxi's with a hand on the horn
and the children just being born.
All the people dying under that one moon
and then the trash-men come with the broom.
They may be the only ones who can remove the filth today
but tomorrow there'll be more hell to pay...

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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