The streets are disgusting,
The bathrooms are disgusting,
The people are even worse.
The bay is putrid and filled with shit,
The air is putrid and filled with shit,
The people are even worse.
They talk,
They walk,
They shit,
They fuck,
They die.
They are lost,
Living in Oakland,
Why?
Under the ugly sky
With no stars,
No future,
No morals,
No lives,
Why?
Why walk these vile streets filled with trash,
With vomit,
With piss?
Why?
And why am I here?
I have vomit stains on my shirt,
Dandruff in my hair,
Foul-smelling armpits,
Dirty asshole,
A hangover,
And coke boogers,
Why, I fit right in,
And am glad that I am smiling,
Looking up at the ugly sky above Oakland.
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