TumbleDown Town

Oh, I started life as an orphan, a child of the street Here on skid row. Little Shop of Horrors

Black tigers, white fur, yellow eyes
Blue ladies, green children, homeless cries

Black trees, blue bicycles, cans of booze
Red streets, white signs, the corner of blues

Red doors leading to empty red rooms leading to blackened bedrooms
Sunlight men mad with mission, on a mission, sniffing fumes

Shaded babies seeping songs along the Canopy Park
Earthy infant eyes searching tatters of men, former and stark

Thinning rancid lips spitting angry, flinging sleeves in the air
Thudding clumping hooves turning, fleeing to anywhere