... And I'm No Different Poem by Brevet Wilson

This city is full of animals.
Base and depraved.
Scavengers dressed in suits and ties,
women looking like panthers but attacking like rats.

They eat their young here.

Everyone wants to be looked at.

They step over the dead bodies of the discarded.
Picking the pockets and flesh of the dead.
Nothing means anything except money and mirrors.

In their dreams they are angels
on fire
breathing justice and love.
then they wake up and realize have been alseep for 40 years.

That dream they lived was not a dream
and the consequences are real
and no ammount of begging or bribing can change
what they have become.

Big, lost, stupid animals.
All crawling over each other
not like and orgy...
more like maggots trying to get to the top of a decaying body
of a lover.

This city is full of lumbering mistakes that make god commit suicide...
daily.

Consumerism has become the new democracy.
You can only vote with your money,
money that doesn't talk
it screams obsceneties and bears witness to hidden crimes.
That is why it is so closely gaurded.
It is the trophy of the thousand little murder/ suicide pacts you fulfill every day.

This city is full of animals,
and they deserve each other.