Life out of the womb
in the open streets where excess and lack curdle in the gutter
and the thumping of passing cars vibrate the cracked concrete
Sirens pass and run straight through you
The no one's with their phone stereos
up the funk with bombastic sounds that will die out with the era
the sewage of sound pollutes the air and the ground
The brevity of life filled with the beating and screaming
Monks go silent
and the youth get violent
what are we beyond bla bla monkeys
what are we but the creators of audible chaos
Live for the hype in your ears
Love us, we all love us, so biased with the speakers blaring
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