People Watching
The color fades from black to gray
but while i sit the needled play.
The junkies, human monkeys, in mass array
seek their new ways to get off today.
Some head to the mall to praise their corporate gods.
While others seek seek sex with any living broads.
The rest are all wrecks that need to be used.
The weak seek the strong, a need to be abused.
The filth parade of human waste
all have a drug and they need the taste.
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