Neon signs tower over busy streets.

Cars speed past in a haze of gasoline infused smog.

Shady faces slap cards, keeping irregular beats.

Near-naked women dance motionless on every building face,

their doors breathing out a sickly alcoholic smell;

While roaring buses are too, covered on every conceivable space.

Countless sounds mingle into a confused and frightening harmony.

Outside creatures listen but they do not hear

Catered to by women who, anywhere else, commit a felony.

Jackhammers and TNT, the city is ever growing

And still the streets are lined with the homes of the homeless

Next to fountain displays of rancid water, always flowing.

The rotting corpse of a dead mob boss festering with maggots of lesser crime.