Washing the windshield of my car
Girls who sell themselves on the sidewalks.
Children with an outstretched hand at the traffic lights.
Men with boobs who perform under the streetlights.
Men with no balls selling drugs on the corner of the street
Children in garbage and dirt bins on the street.
Muggings, robberies and fights.
Boys who smoke and spit on the walls.
All dressed alike and thought all the same.
Drunk driving going at full speed.
I thought that washing the windshield of my car
this would have gone…
Arthur Rimbaud (born 1854 dead 1891)
(My Dear Rimbaud nothing has changed)