City Boys

in the city
men in suits
are in a hurry
to get heart failure
and lorazepam
while i stroll
with my hair down
and my eyes set
on the sky
not a penny
in my pocket
but the luxury
of time

suit up boys
smoke another
cigarette and
snort another line

the stench of success
surrounds you now

coins clang
like the beat
of a battle drum
as
i stroll past them
with my hair
in the wind
and my heart
on my sleeve