While the sun shines,
All seems so fine,
But on the flip side of the Earth..?
Drunks and addicts abound,
Who feel their antics sound
So funny - annoying at ten years sober.
Transients come by in drifts,
Practicing a thousand grifts,
For food picked from the trash, or coins from strangers.
Then there's just plain crazies,
Lost in their mind's mazes,
Thrown up to parry reality's harsh, sharp blows.
Vampires walk the streets,
Symbols of disease,
Sucking the life from their fellows' marrows.
Socially awkward,
Or sociopaths?
These solitary crows congeal into a murder,
Making another night
Facing the Graveyard's frights
Pass into a peaceful day, even though slept away.
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