Concrete

Riding, running, walking, staggering, sitting, laying, fighting, puking, shitting,
camping, the concrete jungle, God I love the city.
I love the city early in the morning when the sky is grey and the air is crisp.
I beat the homeless mobs;  the cast of characters who accost you for a living;  chanting "spare change or a smile". " Please help a homeless woman".
Working harder then me on my nine to five for meager pennies.
Earning more than me; Tax free dollars; at what cost humility or humiliated.
God I love the city.

Fighting over shit that don't matter.. Man, Woman, Dog, She/He, He/She,
homeless, lesshome, fuck all  have damn rights.
What the fuck happened to human rights?
Fuckin Rights! OUR fuckin rights!
Everybody needs a reason; give me a fuckin reason on a sunny day and I am aggresive.
God, I Fuckin love the city.

We care, " but not in my neighborhood." Lets put "THEM", on the island.
The Home Less/ Less Home, With out a home, shanty, box, sleeping bag.
Are "THEY LEAPERS" is what they have contageous. One stop shopping. "Jesus save the city", bible thumpers standing on corners, in the street, holding signs, barking "REPENT". "JeSUS saves."  Committed to
saving YOUR soul. Who is gonna save their soul?. JUDGE NOT.
Jesus, I love the city!

Concrete, hard, supple, plyable, maliable, write your name forever, but shake it breaks, recycle it its cold.
Concrete

©2011 Stefanie Stevens