People Being People Poem by Ray Hansell

The night is cold and dark
The full moon lights the sky
The people of the night
Slowly passing by

The hookers, pimps and junkies
Are the one's most in the mix
The hookers seeking customers
The pimps seeking the money
While the junkies, they want a fix

The people of the night
Come out after dark
Hanging in the streets
Doing deeds in the park

In the day time these streets are busy
With the working class folks
When they go home at night
They drink and take their tokes

They really aren't different
From the people of the night
The working class wears a different face
When they come out in the morning light

Oh, they'd like you to believe their different
From their counter parts at night
The only difference between the two
The working class do their deeds out of sight

Safe within their homes
So that they can claim to be
The fine upstanding citizens
With addictions they think no one can see


10-29-18