It’s awful, isn’t it?

Teeth chew hearts and desecrate souls,

but stand idle on the streets,

munching the fucking sammich

you paid for with a credit card.

Conversate with friends:

“Lookit what they’re doing to her.”

“It’s awful. But what can we do?”

Goddamn it, you’ve got red on you.

Ketchup on your precious pressed shirt–

never mind the blood on sidewalks.