OJB: Dirty Suburbia
Descend to dirty suburbia;
Dastards and disasters,
I'd rather have-a hernia.
Streets of snow,
Strays with nowhere to go;
Counting fleas in their hair
Warmed by high-altitude attitudes
Bemoaning why life's unfair,
But they, the fools, are moral prudes.
Respect bought by being rude,
Retrospectively, they're all nude,
Unwise and seeing only with eyes
While soaking in bile, pursue pretty lies
Police pretend to protect,
While grifters and killers prospect,
The drifters are thick, the prostitutes slick
All while their children are sick.
A carcass uncared for in the gutter,
Blood frozen solid at its sides,
Maggots squirm within its insides,
Dirty suburbia goes on,
Nevermind this life that is gone;
Only the wind makes someone shutter.
Pray with a gun,
Pray with a knife,
In this city; they all want your life.