Pissing Black

People will swim murky oceans with man eating behemoths free climb sheer rock faces in gale force winds dive headfirst off a cliff into a windy abyss wearing nothing but plastic wings, don't we all cherish the daredevil that teases death! but these same people wont go for a night walk in the city.. They'd rather take a stroll, without caliber, through a lion infested savanna. Crawl deserts and jungles with smirking serpents and panthers or ride a seventy foot neck snapping wave. Don't we all cherish the daredevil, that teases death but who doesn't dare face the smallest city ripple. why is that? Somehow we've failed as a society, as a people, as human beings we needed to go in for a societal pap smear long ago we ignored the pang in our soul flank for to long now our soul piss is coca-cola colored and the infection is spreading- now everybody's pissing black. We needed to take the plastic wings off along time ago, taken a mental inventory of where our hearts are really at taken a long crawl through the city pluck a weed from the sweet gutter, lick its heat. shuck out the smolder before it burns living to the ground...