Skid Row

It's not the place I used to know, quite clearly.
It's been gentrified. The alleys smell of fancy
Foods, not urine, as they did before. The old
Commercial buildings, battered, barely even
Noticed things, are homes for wealthy hipsters
Now. Their German cars line all the streets,
And what once were the worn-out pizzerias
And the alky bars are gleaming bistros, gastropubs,
And those who serve the tables in them can't
Afford a place to live. Downtown's become
Manorial with lords and ladies strutting by,
And serfs and peasants in the shadows,
Gentrified. I liked it better with
The urine smell.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-13 at 21:21

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