Fat and thin(honesty in a city)

Shop shelves empty
Mouths aswell lips swollen
saliva drips oh hell
Left for wanting the owner quits

Streets warm grey stretch to Exchange ideas
with the Wind
Grey streets humid urge us to walk on down them
despite dust, grit and sin.

Those empty shops full of people scavenging
On the corner of town where dank lobbies hide
 the type that swallow the lost for nights and days
 begging their timid permission

The cities far off skyscrapers pointing ridiculing
excreting suburbs and slums
Honesty had so much room in the director´s fat stomach
poisoned it slid into a meagre janitor where it became emaciated as he was