Stella
salmon sunday
Iâm being choked
From wafts of human waste
I am bound, to this seat
No escape, And
Thereâs no end to
The Sprawl
Youâll fight to protect a rusty spoon
All these bricks
will fix nothing
No mortar or stone
will make me
Call this place
this place home
All these snakes
come crawling out.
There arenât enough
Lizards to feed all of them
Iâll gladly watch you short circuit
Confused as to where to buy your
Produce and meat you canât have both
a suburb and no gringo
intervention