The Street

I saw you in the shop window 
White pretty mannequin 
These pouting lips say 
Come to me - 
I walked past you 
That your wave drew me inside 
I felt your plastic look 
You looked into my suffering eyes 
How you soothed my
stuttering soul 
Plastic lady of the night; 
How you soothed - 
I heard motor cycles 
Noisily past waiting men
With scruffy dogs and  
Wet gnomes in a suburban thunderstorm 
I saw pretty girls with bouncing breasts 
Past this mannequin that stole the heart 
Of lovers 
Past this grey concrete matter called Street 
I saw liquor bottles in brown sheets 
Of paper 
That half men drank half of 
Before the evening police made their arrests 
This here is the street - the damn street where the heroine addicted toothless lay on the sidewalk
Smelling like my dog  
....dog has a home; mannequin 
You have a home 
You have clothes;  granted borrowed 
Roof over the head 
Society,  so fucking hopeless 
So fucking useless
....servitude 
Some thing sucks 
Whores suck 
For a few dollars 
On the way down 
The street