Soulless creeps line the streets 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Soulless creeps line the streets
Manhole covers beneath their feet
Their blustering blather is not discreet
Hopping to the rhythmic Latin salsa beat

Skull bones dropping the dripping ooze
No time for stopping or drinking booze
Got to get with their crews
Give somebody's wife the blues

Take the last breath from a sucker or two
Just because he doesn't look like you
But living takes time
Feel the engine in your heart whine

Please God give me a sign
Show me what's real
Dancing on dew drops without any zeal
Burning out tires without any squeal