the streets are filled
with filth and blood.
the cars traveling
on these same decrepit streets
are searching for innocent children
for more blood
to constantly
keep the streets filled.
i used to be one of these children,
but no one notices me now.
no one
will even make eye contact with me.
i might as well
be dead,
walking with the rest
of the living dead.
they might notice me
if i were naked,
blocking their way
to their ugly wives
or abusive husbands.
then again,
they might not.
they may roll
right over me
pour burning oil down my broken neck
and drive on...
Now, if i were paved in gold,
they might stop.
Hell,
they would stop
and tear off my gold plated testicles
one by one.
they too
would never look me in the eyes.
the value of human life
is worthless
on these streets,
it's an everyday fact of life
that almost no one
can get used to,
yet they walk
and drive
and live on them
without ever changing their ways,
forever haunted
by the filth and blood
of ugly streets.
