A dirty, filthy grime.
Seat me over there beside the window,
For a sip of the air that isn’t fresh.
For a bite of a view that isn’t natural.
To chew, gag, and swallow in chunks.
To see a dog on a leash-
Choked, but fed by humanity.
Teach me to be as blind as you,
to muffle my bark.
A skill you must practice everyday.
There is absolutely no other way
to believe in such lies.
A tumbleweed of conciousness
that glides through vacant towns
that used to be lush with green confidence.
Fuck a concrete creation.
What ever happened to a rich, honest development?