Birds of Passage

Sleazy And sweaty faces Of all ages, Of different races Waiting in idle, For the day to end! From yesterday’s plight, some are still Slumbering on a cold cement, Unmindful, of the day’s event! Others, are starting to fun With a bottle of cheap wine, Till they’re sloshed, from grass’ smoke! Some had cracked up, of misery! But, their increasing presence Has caused apoplexy Amongst the local gangs, disturbed! For their native park is invaded, By birds of passage!