The dull dives
of the east, west, and southside:
A loud unharmonious
Noise was heard to beat, beat, beat
What monsters the TV
Breeds and in this
Self-perpetuating
Swamp that needs cleaning?
Somewhere – somewhere
In streets and sidewalks
He spoke to me and will
Look after me – me – me
When breeding the though
And airing to the masses who
Want to hear – hear – hear
that they are not us. Not us.
They can fight our misguided
Wars without being part
Of out central cause. The words
short as they fall down the drain.