"baltimore"
Baltimore is like the demon’s playground
he rats and roaches are screaming and running to cans and bottles
abandoned houses to run through like a play house
hallway frames left standing from burned houses to swing on
stairways to climb up and find cool stuff to play with
streets filled with popped sports balls and rag dolls
plastic bags decorate the trees and bushes like it’ a party
glass looks like diamonds
he makes it all look good to people who don’t care
fire in a closed bottle explode like fire works
it’s fun in the demon’s eyes
danger is fun to him and he need some playmates
you hear another house scream as it burns down
Baltimore demonvill is what it is called now
when that demon is sleep we humans take over us
when he is gone Baltimore will be back to beautiful
full of good safe fun and nice houses with lovely families
clean streets
some real playgrounds that are clean
till then danger is so much fun to him
Copyright © Michelle Pryor | Year Posted 2006
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