I walk in the streets of NYC
One side of the street you
have buildings I cant even
afford to look at much less live in
as you walk a few more blocks
you see the symptoms
of oppression and degradation
the drugs, the alcoholics
roaming the street like nomads
I pass the addicts on the corner
speaking so loud and agressive
trading cigarettes and pills
that that was me at one time
and I am still a work
in progress, undoing a
brain fuck you can
only imagine.
I have anxiety issues
and at times getting
on the subway can feel
like cruel and unusual
punishment …
I can not look down on my past peers
because they are working
with all they have and know
When I see someone inhaing
a cigarrette like they
are suffocting and it will
give them the oxygen, I see the
subsitution many of us make
trying to find PEACE with
POISONS
RECYCLED HUMAN 