The downbeat town
Otherwise known as Beirut
The cap and gown frowned
Otherwise known as shoot on sight
Noise, a racket or unjust interference
The down of depression is killingly real
Deadbeats, downers, druggies
Half life’s of those even less hopeful
This needs a bigger question
In need of a bigger picture
Way wiser than local government
It is inexplicable
To the ordinary man
Caught here among its midst
I though don’t even 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 is left
Undone, hopeless
Nothing
Out of however many
You wish the score to be
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