urbanism

How does

It feel to be urban?

An urban smile

Some urban shoes

A saxophone

Trumpeting urban blues

Scuffle of flesh

Flash of a knife

Whip of a gun

For Urban life

For where you 

Sit

A pity 

To it

These ' brown' adventures

Don't occur

Your filtered life

Your tidy blur

The postcard in the shop

This urban callously

Never stops

With urban feet

And urban toes

And urban friends

With urban foes

Outside the box

Of packaged things

Your pointed frame

Your school boy dreams

Bonjour monster

Ill braid my hair

Produce a swagger

A string on a wire

But when it's place

Ment time

I will get hired

For ill take out the 

Snakes that gravel

My skeleton

Produce a campaign

Ready for election

You see urban

Toes

And urban feet

Their microwaved

But plates don't fit

You tie the laces

Trip

And collapse

Perhaps simple roots

Speak little of mishaps

Like mummy 

I scraped my knee

And daddy

Their bleeding me

Of all my 

Time

They over tax

Being urban

Comes with

Underlying facts