Urbanite

This city life is a shitty city life

The rush and bustle of a nervous bunch

Each morning they live to work, they live for lunch

Mid afternoon they begin to tire

Mind wanders off to fragmented desire

Dreams of honesty, truth and fairness

Bosses projecting a smokey awareness

Late afternoon projectiles of steel hammer on home

Is this real?

Believe in us, is that to much?

Extinction not for the human touch