urban jungle

URBAN JUNGLE

THIS CITY IS AN URBAN JUNGLE
CONCRETE, BRICKS AND MORTAR
LINES THE STREETS

BUSES RULE THE ROADS
WHERE CARS NO LONGER ROAM
LITTLE YELLOW LINES FALL OFF THE PAVEMENT
THE WARDENS BEST FRIEND

THE WHITE VAN MEN
WITH FOUR WAY INDICATORS
SNAPPING AND SHOUTING
LIKE ALLIGATORS

PEOPLE ARE BUZZING FROM SHOP TO SHOP
GRABBIMG A BARGAIN LEAVING ON TOP

THE WOMEN WITH PUSCHAIRS
STEAM ALONG
SINGING THEIR SONG

GET OUT OF THE WAY
OR HAVE A DING DONG

THE BUSKERS COLD FINGERS STRUM HIS GUITAR
YOU GAVE HIM A COIN YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

THE BEGGARS ON THE STREETS
THEY MAKE YOU FEEL SAD
SOME OF THEM BAD

TAKING YOUR COINS
AND BUYING SOME DRUGS
ITS SUICIDE
SO PUT YOUR FINGERS IN PLUGS

COFFEE SHOPS LINE UP THROUGH THE TOWN
YOU HAVE A REST AND SIT YOUR BUTT DOWN

CHITTING AND CHATTING
REMMENISING WITH YOUR FRIENDS
AS THE COFFEE AND SMOKE LICKS YOUR TONGUE

SO THIS IS IT AN URBAN JUNGLE
TRY NOT TO THUMBLE OR BUNGLE

AND LIVE THE CITY LIFE!

By JAMES MCATEAR