Town centers

town centers ave gone nocternal pound stores seem like There never ending Ozing from dead shop carcases Like how weeds strangle the life From abandoned gardens Most. Town centers looking. Like this No parling signs With eyes in the sky's With threats of gettin clamped up or Even worse getting fined Streets barely inhabited Day time covertly sides into night Under darkening skies N dirty yellow street lamps Casting shodows over Home bound shop assistants N homeless unemployed shop workers There's a fine line to tread Like 4 weeks rent N a full mental breakdown Not paying national unsurance stamps seperatting The workers tramps Many living on amber Dreading lights flickering to red Busses full of none communicating Strangers All carrying the weight of the world Inside there bowed Hoody covered heads Only speaking a word Into a glass screens On there devices Or worse still framnticlly Textin Not doing eye contact in public There not that confident Not shure how it would be taken No matter what their job title or age is Theres sirens blue flashing lights People in black doing there civic duty Breaking up fights Aresting people urinating on war memorials They dont show this to tourists N breaking up fights Night time things Raley Divided by charity shops