Inner-city Blues

With shoulders heavy-laden. These ants of men, lost within these turbulent seas, of a world within a world Converging at pigeon painted effigies Mere outcasts of inner-city blues Poster child of a cancerous moon, Squeezing the life out of java queens Where tinted glass-eyed giants challenge the tainted sun Rising forever rising, through skies, acidic grey Cluttered beneath, ash-vomit zombies As they walk the somnolent earth From dusk till dawn...