Flash Flood

when it rains it pours

but nothing can truly hit you like a chicago storm

it’s hot on the south side five people just died

none of them went in silence

shame when you think summer your mind automatically goes to violence

it’s cold at the north pole

their worries are iPhones and snow cones

while aldermen rape their extra spending money to mistreat them

but they fear the stories the metaphors and allegories of things have never seen except through YouTube

and down town is cool

high-rise above it all

clouds cover the economic fall overpaying for life

ignorance is bliss? i bet that’s nice

not judging i sometimes wish for that life

the westside for I’m riding

the west side worship Poseidon

the water washes away all we hold dear

backed up sewage drains

can’t get insurance claims the city come to condemn the house we call home

it changes from block to block

cold, wet, hot

but we all live under the same cloud of shame

i look up into the sky with tears in my eyes

fighting for a clear sky to come someday


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