Windy City

“Must He Be The Beggar of our day”,

“That man hard so he drinks his problems a way”,

“She cant latch to often broken promises,

“Popular belief is violation to the company”,

These are the many modules muraled as nets,

The adult metaphors to drive through wet,

In the city of angels hovering the ground,

Court adding journey to the penny found,

Rooftop gutters pour souls inside petitions,

All for nothing the water talleys its vision,

Only to ascend to the sun up above,

Souls return laughter from the grey dirty dove,

A community that traffics the souls of bands,

Street  sweeping the litter of concrete lands.