The once grand city fell into the continuing chaos of decades of decay,
The businesses and those with money have abandoned this sickening city,
The whores loitering outside of the local liquor store looking for love,
The strung out narcotic zombie working the corner cleaning windshields to feed his abominable addiction,
The open festering sores that line the limbs of the homeless,
The panhandler suffering through withdraw from drink or drug fidgeting in the door way of a flea bag motel,
The flop house littered with junkies cooking up and shooting up nodding their nightmares away,
The constant flickering of lighters from the derelict row home windows reminiscent of fire flies as the crack pipes burn on,
The entire city is a cess pool engulfed in the putrid stench of a sewer,
The crooked cops riding around in the streets high on their own brutality like Nazis scumbag sons of bitches,
The dirty little convince stores selling single cigarettes and lottery scratchers to the soulless and the suffering,
The dim florescent glow from dive bars windows beckoning the bums inside for a glass of piss poor beer,
The screaming machinery bellowing like a banshee from the chop shops,
The junkyard dogs chained up in yards of dirt, clumps of weeds, and piles of its own shit,
The pimps perched like perverted gargoyles waiting to be paid by their beaten and broken bitches,
The asshole teenagers from the suburbs driving into the city to prey on the unfortunate,
The drug dealers posting up on the street corners peddling potent poisons,
The gangs who wage an endless war of horror over disputed territories,
The bouncer ejecting a greasy client from the shadows of a back room illegal casino,
The overlapping layers of spray paint so thick one can’t tell the walls original color,
The plagues of rats and roaches devouring the city turning it into shit,
The cold gray fermentable walls of the State Prison looming large casting its silhouette across the southern side of the city,
The now defunct factories slowly rotting away in the winds of time,
The dead Vietnam vet who overdosed in his cardboard condo decomposing as his body waits to be found,
The piles of foul garbage that choke up the entrances to allies,
The deep brown tap water thats murky like mud,
The squatters that inhabit the vast city cemetery emerge under the dark cloak of the encroaching night to forage for food,
The front stairs of the court house teems with lawyers and defendants debating their legal fates,
The Public assistance offices are over crowded and under staffed as the government gives up on the poor,
The sea of condoms that surround the dumpster out back of the check cashing store where hookers trade in dick for dollars,
The methhead on a 4 day bender thats furiously fucking a dead pigeon in the desolate park,
The the old deranged mentally ill man who wonders the streets arguing with himself and losing,
The inhabitants of tent city sit around their make shift fires roasting their catch of stray cats for diner,
The bankrupt arena the city built without proper parking at the corner of Rape and Heroin,
The drunken man beating his kids since he wore out his wife before his tv diner,
The dead and the dying wallowing in squalor and their lost faith,
The cries of an unwanted baby unceremoniously deposited in a garbage dumpster by a terrified teenage mother,
The distinct crunch of empty crack files mixed with broken beer bottles under ones feet as they walk down the street,
The nightly fist fights that break out in the city’s central soup kitchen,
The crumbling churches now just idle monuments to a bygone god,
And this city of shit could be any city, all cities dying from industrial death,
And forgotten by history and humanity alike.
Presented by Les Sober
THIS IS NOT NATTRAMN!
By Les Sober