Sad urban creatures

These sad urban creatures
sucking on a pipe of dawn
Their lives and mine
sworn to loyalty
To calculated tickings

These sad urban creatures
don't have the time to
notice their hairs blanching
white
dust
white
dust

These sad urban creatures
In monochromatic mood swings
They read myths of heroes
spun for glamor's sake
spun for profit's sake
and they driiiiiiink it all in

These sad urban creatures
who have their lives
manufactured for them
Their leisure timetabled
for us (?)

These sad urban creatures
They make my tongue
turn blue
and I watch
how
new ones are grown
shielded from
true growth

Weeding out
the weeds
Easier to do
when they are young

'Be free!'
but only to an extent
'Be brave!'
but only if you're secure
'Be proud!'
but not of being different

These sad urban creatures
take photos of themselves
and smile
to hide
what they don't understand
the most:
themselves.