Scary Streets Poem by Kevin Rottweiler

the dogs are out and they are salivating
seeking meat, jaws filled with protein
one yelled at a pair of rotten tennis shoes
trying to find money in the sneakers
everyone is staying in
the dog packs are out
twenty dogs at a time, out for meat
breaking windows, smashing doors down
getting into the supermarket at midnite
rumors of a Pit Bull attack
in the papers again
and it sells newspapers
with a sad dog behind bars again
scary streets
seeking meat
or any other morsel
due to poverty and unemployment
the dogs are tossed out
nowhere to go
but the gas chamber or the streets
nobody ever wants to live like this
but they do
they do
this could be me or you
now the people are having trouble
living in tent cities without water
the earth is in bad shape
high unemployment
people without rent
huffing and puffing
dogs out of breath
looking for anything
edible
nothing is possible
running out of ideas
and the morning brings pain
the ox carts are out
bringing in the dogs
just carting in the dogs
to the glue factory
to the glue factory
like horses of the old days
poor creatures
scary street