Streets Poem by Leland hornbrook

The Streets is where you can see a hotdog stand with an asian host, to the dead ghosts of the muggings gone wrong
House parties, nice cars, and needles
The occasional dumpster diver to the bicycle rider
The streets have it all

The streets are where my friends are
The streets are where my enemies are
Either midday or midnight, the streets are full
Thriving with joy and hurt

The streets are a happy place, with a side of crime
Sprinkled with evil
And glazed with bad people
But the streets can be fun, whether your a kid or a criminal