Dystopia

Constant rain falls in an ozone depleted atmosphere,
Fluorescent lights glow in the darkness reflecting in the puddles,
People scrambling around in the over populated city,
Most tiers in the social standings making their way past me.
But not the rich.

Distant sirens and the smells of mould fills my surroundings,
Advertisements on repeat on the TV blimps above me,
The sweet smell of synthetic food in the stalls that line the street.
I wish I could afford an artificial bird to keep me company.
But I can not.