There’s a road I know, where the buses won’t go..
It’s dark and devoid of any light..
Everywhere..enshrouded
Bathed in shadowed danger..
A one way trip, to see an unknown stranger..

A town where every thing you do is always done discreet,.
You never get to know just who it is you’re going to meet,
Maybe a loan murderer.. or cocky kids who want a fight..
But this is where you live.. and so, it kind of feels alright.

Boxes stacked in towers jutt, so rude in smoggy skies,
One atop the other,
Slum built homes for you and I,
Each one slightly different.. but essentially the same,
The less that you possess,
The less important you became.

The masses, eyes cast downwards,
Just as predicted so..
If something’s not on their screen then they don’t want, or need to know,
Their de - VICE’s in their hands,
Are busy telling them fake news..
Which God has got the biggest dick,
Who’s allowed to share their views ..

The only thing that matters now, is how a person looks..
Turning into plastic dolls instead of reading books,
The selfie tells you everything,
Pumped up puckered lips,
Lashes tits and Turkey teeth
The world has come to this ?.

Sidelined and forgotten..
The divided fall away,
Shunned by a society, who live for getting paid,
Material possessions,
New car, new house, new clothes,
Because of how these people are
I don’t think I’m one of those







© katMad
© katMaddi