Mutant
The rain is comming down in sheets
Trying in vain to wash these streets
The vermin in the city scurry to hide
From the washful clensing tide
Some do make it to the shadows and breed
While those ouside that did not take heed
Now flow with the river of their own
Into the ocean, now their home
Amid the wretched, tortured souls
Is one who has been raked across the coals
One who searches to find peice of mind
But in this life he'll never find
For he is one of the city's lost
Out with the garbage he's been tossed
Forgotten, wasted, wretched man
Who now looks for dinner in old trash cans
His eyes now melded to the dark of night
He can no longer see or function in light
This poor mutant he has become
He takes his victems from the slums
Creating an army to vanquish the day
But for now,in darkness he will stay
copyright 1998
