TV blaring video games firing guns
Cacaphony of clamors and lost coins rambling
Drowning out sermons of book or parent.
Runaway junkie daughter parked on
her corner of street,
Selling wares only the rich can keep;
But Joe Blo'll pay the eleven minutes
and she'll get her fix eventually.
Teenage bumblers hop on a bus:
Theirs is a different part of town
with shopping malls.
Shiny cars line the streets and behind
silver glass dolls display wares only they will wear but everyone buys.
The church is dead and God needs a megaphone,
Responsible adults need shotguns
to get anywhere with the rotten core of society these days.