Poem — A stroll down Concrete Hall

Hello, tax evader.

Good morning, murderers.

How does it

-iliacs,

Depressed and just-cynics?

A begrudged hello, “German Bakers”,

Both professed and unpublished.

Good morning, family butcher

(Three kids and a wife!).

How do you do, accessories, cannibals,

Degenerates-all-alikes?

We are all home evicted,

The unwanted, excremented,

Some of us undocumented,

Mexicated, self-medicated,

Few illegitimate, others

No different.

It’s all the same to him, to me,

Your honor, free this individual,

They have a family.

We’re largely urban populated,

Minority monopulated,

Fabricated, corroborated,

A majority discriminated,

No chance of “rehabilitated”,

This albeit unsophisticated

Lovely little city of mine!