"Street Cleaners"
Streets speak-in’ murder mysteries.
So many forgotten histories.
The pavement begs not to be seen.
Tread across; pretend it’s clean.
Street cleaners do their job.
Early morn, the truth they rob,
Washin' away stories of violence,
As the pavement echoes- feigning silence.
Streets forgotten; must be time
For sidewalk shows to end this rhyme.
The pavement cracks in ironic laughter.
Stories changed a moment after-
Streets speak murder mysteries,
So many forgotten histories.
So many forgotten histories.
The pavement begs not to be seen.
Tread across; pretend it’s clean.
Street cleaners do their job.
Early morn, the truth they rob,
Washin' away stories of violence,
As the pavement echoes- feigning silence.
Streets forgotten; must be time
For sidewalk shows to end this rhyme.
The pavement cracks in ironic laughter.
Stories changed a moment after-
Streets speak murder mysteries,
So many forgotten histories.
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