Enough To Last a Lifetime

What's wrong with what I am
Do I not conform
To the city streets and squalor
To the published paranoia

Don't I blend in
With the breakdance remarks
Meaningless High Gloss

Should I be shouting
At a level with the traffic
Searching out sidelines
In the rubbish bins and sidestreets
In the parks with wicked bottles

Or should I go home
And leave you to this madness
It's hard taking camera shots
Of decadence and poverty

Enough to last a lifetime