there are Maggots in our garbage
little squirming grains of rice
dancing on plastic
signs of the City and it's inhabitants are everywhere
hapless Men down on their luck
piss themselves as they walk past my windows
people gather on the curb always wanting to Bum somthing
loose change, a smoke, a FUTURE
no luck Man i've got none either
i feel closer to THEM than i to YOU
we are hermit children not of this world
broken busted beaten
Discarded
traipsing through black on two lame feet
Nature cant fight back here
she has no place in cement
we don't want Her
i spend late days on firescapes
scanning Alleys for nothing
dreaming of dreaming
dizzy from synthetic thoughts and artificial bodies
Bad Bodies Bending Backwards
the Leaders of Men need not
help us? they feed on Despair
and leave us
broken busted beaten
Discarded
"Feel it closing in. Day in, day out, day in, day out, day in, day out."
-Joy Division
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"Hey Mister, can you spare a dime? Some change could make a change--could buy some time--some FREEDOM... Or an in to hear my story. It's all I've got." -- Jawbreaker "Kiss the Bottle"
Your piece made me go and re-listen to this song. I hope that suits you.
M
Woah, I've just been listening to Etc. and Joy Division for the last couple of weeks. I guess I might have taken too much from it.
No, no not too much. I think it's pretty subtle actually.
M
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