Neither Real Nor Surreal Poem by John Sensele

Neither whims nor wants
Care whether a daredevil
Breaks his fast or perforates his pants
As the daredevil dribbles the devil.

Neither street-kids nor street-vendors
Care whether the affluent rant or grunt
When they promise to placate big spenders
As the rich and the snitch seek street-kids to hunt.

Neither prostitutes nor pimps
Care whether sugar-daddies and sugar-mummies cry
When pandemics prey on them escorted by chimps
As prostitutes and pimps brandish bravado and favourite fish they fry.

Neither ghettoes nor grottos
Care whether the caveman paddled canoes
When explorers moved motors
As the caveman drove down gnus.