Townhouse Living

 

Townhouse living
where you hear your neighbors
screaming
downtown sinning
where you see your neighbors
drinking
round clowns pinning
where you hear your neighbors
singing
Their carols and hanging their
decorations
But they don’t question the meaning
of the mistletoe
Or how Santa is an anagram of Satan
Townhouse living
Where I stopped losing and started winning
quiet mouse hidden
To learn what i was missing
I studied the rats and learned their ways
Only to find a maze in the last days
By all my loved ones betrayed
On my knees to God
i prayed and prayed
Begging him for a sign
Some way to rise above the grime
& all the dirt of poverty
yet somehow
still keep my liberty
striving for equality
upstanding
break-dancing
plate spinning
still sinning
It's only the beginning...