The banks, they are alive and thriving.
The banker’s hands are tired, overworked.
Do you see?
The billboards, they are lit and gleaming.
No matter the time of day, they are visible, clear.
See them there?
The lined asphalt and concrete sidewalks
beckon the poor, offer them semblance of peace.
See them suffer?
The crowds swarm offices, malls, fast food joints.
despite knowing better; despite education and enlightenment.
What do they know?
The patience we never had, it trickles like rain,
pissing down windowpanes of dilapidated factories.
What’s the hurry?
Amidst the progress, I am caught in the thought
that each day would be better spent away from it all.
Don’t you agree?
Mouth Thorn 