Downbeat town
Otherwise known as Beirut
Cap and gown frowned
Otherwise known as shoot on sight
Noise
A racket or unjust interference
The down of depression
Is killingly real
Deadbeats, downbeats & druggies
Half life’s and those less hopeful
A bigger question needs a bigger picture
Wiser than government
Inexplicable to the ordinary man
Caught here among the crossfire
I though don’t feel it
No chance that I can say it
No way for me to contribute to change
This is not a poem
It’s not even coherent
What or why is all that’s left
Undone, hopeless
Nothing
Out of however many
You might wish to score it
