|Written in blood (literally)|
Carefully watching each step to avoid any piss, vomit, or sh!t (and yes I don’t mean dog sh!t)
The putrid stench of filth and decay that grips you by the throat with every breath
Rats the size of
Bloody faces busted over petty squabbles
A pregnant, schizophrenic crack-whore
Lost souls leaping off of rooftops in search of a brighter future
The constant wail of sirens blaring
Paramedics chasing victims of too much crack and not enough water
Police in pursuit of their benefactors
Coroners disposing of the waste
Bodies strewn across the pavement like half-dead cadavers
Pure unadulterated havoc and chaos completely run amok
And then there is me.. Roasting hotdogs over a small fire like it’s a friggin’ gourmet meal.
Just another day on Skid Row.