May 12, 2025
Greetings from the Gutter
In the heart of city's restless beat, A man in shadows takes his seat, His hands shake with a trembling need, For smoke and drugs, a toxic feed.
Smoke clouds his mind, his vision blurred, In this concrete jungle he is ensnared, Amidst the chaos, he seeks escape, But finds himself in a tragic shape.
With weary eyes and labored breath, In the heart of the city that never rests, A man consumes his chosen wares, Caught in a cycle, full of snares. Greetings from the Gutter, a place like no other. Anxious? Depressed? Concerned for yourself? Come over here and put your skin on my shelf.
