I hate this city

Were sleeved with no shirts. short skirts, tight jeans,prison terms,sex,drugs,shows,dealers, purses, wallets, makeup,hair,lights,camera, shoot.
And stay on main street.
Pity the dying but dont touch em. Bums with cheap liquor memories, Mom's of fourteen, grandmothers at twenty eight. Touch the girls but dont penetrate. Sometimes we love. sometimes we get killed a little young. your life is our dream, you can't make this up.
And stay on main street.
Sway little girl in your pale streetlight. run to the dungeons.
We're the walking movies, the front pages, the frantic phone call. Oh god if your mother finds out; would your father look for you? Fathers don't exist here. Bets on cement, dice on pavement, turn a blind eye to that sick guy who wants a dollar, but dont turn around, hand out cigarettes, and try it all while you're here, don't go to sleep and if you know anything you know to stay on main street.
cuz if you don't. I'll send you a smile.