A Sunday Stroll

I took "Urban" and I added to it, building it into something hopefully a bit more. Enjoy :D

Strolling cautiously past different colors.

Seeing families with missing brothers. 

Reds and blues are at a constant squabble.

One lucky gangster now walks with a hobble. 

Hey! There goes a crackhead scurrying up the street!

What a shame, not even shoes for his feet. 

Check out that mural of Jesus sprayed up in graffiti.

It’s in that alleyway overlooking the needy.

 

Hear the siren of that pig's car?

Five dollars says he's headed towards Ray's Bar.  

Speaking of bars, how bout some liquor?

Head through the drive-thru to get that s**t quicker. 

 

Cruising up the block with the bass up loud.

The car’s a hoopty, but he still rolls through proud. 

"Pssh, look at that buster rollin' on Daytons."

"You're just a punk, fool, why you be hatin'?"   

 

The place was bumpin' …blastin' one-thousand watts.

People took cover, as they heard some gunshots.  

 

One man's fortune, struck up another man's greed.

They found no clues, no suspects, no leads.  

 

That’s just how it goes, here in this place that I call home.

If you ever come and visit, make sure you don't come alone. 

Author's Note

Any and all comments are welcome :D Gracias

Reviews

[Mary]

What a strong poem! You laced humor with real-world issues in a nicely flowing way. I love this poem--it reminds me of where I love... My favorite lines were the last two though, "That’s just how it goes, here in this place that I call home.
If you ever come and visit, make sure you don't come alone." It's really funny, but also very true and serious. Great poem!
-E

[betty]

i LOVE YOUR HUMOR WITH THE REALITY OF THE WAY, THE LAST LINE REALLY CAUGHT MY EYE I COULD COME BUT I WOULD HAVE TO COME ALONE, AM SINGLE HAVE BEEN 8 YEARS NOW. ALSO IT HIT ON THE GREED THAT IS IN HUMAN NATURE.