A Poetic Voyage to the Core

Another voyage to the center of this crime-ridden city

Stabbings and shootings on a daily basis, what a pity

The closer I get to the downtown beat

The seedier the people I pass on the street

Take, for example, one scruffy-looking dude

I didn’t check to see if he was friendly or rude

I wanted to duck behind a bench

When I saw him dangling a large crescent wrench

Backing away, I passed him by

Watch your back if you see this guy

Approaching me were some leftovers from Idle No More

Who had gone back to being idle in the core

Youngsters, hanging out in a group of ten or more

Puffing on smokes that I probably paid for

Unkempt and not looking cool

Pray tell, why were they not in school?

After passing by these clowns

I entered the biggest haven of street urchins in town

Weirdos abound at the downtown library

Sometimes things can get hairy

One soul was lost in an aimless gaze

Par for the course, I failed to be amazed

Someone asked him if they could help, I mused

He said that he was confused

No one could help him it seems

Presumably until a signal from outer space an alien beams

I returned home after hearing a few dog barks

Promptly checked my back for stab marks

All clear for now, a sigh of relief

Reflecting on scenes beyond belief