A Beauty Born of the Burbs

A BEAUTY BORN OF THE ‘BURBS I showed her the steamier and seedy side A place where the desperate have tried, cried and died Young Ms. Suburbs took to it’s derelict charm As we’d stroll downtown with arms tangled in arm She had never been confronted by the pitiful and the poor before They never showed up at her mahogany and gold leafed front door The beggars on Broadway fascinated her As beauty in the ‘burbs had created her I led her to a land of underground sorrow Where beleaguered moles belittle tomorrow I showed her both the glory and the fear In a land difficult for a body to bear The shoddy sidewalks spit out steam As the lost ones don’t even dare to dream Their nights are as dark as their prospects seem While manic depressives scurry and scream I showed her the lives which led to death deep underground The place where subways vomit out the unfortunate found She was profoundly effected as we strolled down concrete curbs And it was evident my tour was a life altering alliance for Little Miss Burbs © 2011.….Phreepoetry