City Folks

They say

We make better

The world

With each level

We add

To the sky-scraping

Business or pleasure

Purchased

Edifice

Houses us

In its midst

Of a million plus

Hastily

Working bees buzzing

To underground tunnels

Of loveless

Night-clubbing

With parks to roam free

And breathe easy

From smog,

From the dust

In our lungs

Of the rusting

Of cogs

In industrial districts

Resistant to changes

Of carbon foot-prince’s

Monopoly games

Played in technocrat hubs

As rat races in slums

Go unpaid

And still trade

On the stock market’s

Crumbs

But such bums

Are unsightly,

Unseemly,

Untidy

And so

Garbage trucks

Come dispose of them

Nightly

And rightly so

As we go

Higher and higher

To enter a state of mind’s

Timeless empire

Regardless how dire

The subjects below

Are presented on screens

And the terrors

They show

As some

Sanctuary

Reveries

Of perfection

To sympathy’s

Pitifully

Praying pretension

As if it were really

Our kids in detention

Suspended like bridges

Still spanning attentions

Of six-second sexting

Emoticons pressing

More hot-button issues

Than functions

Need stressing

Out more

Than elitists dread eating

And salad un-dressing

Progressing though always

An ever-ascension

These marvelous feats

Of our greatest invention