City Slicker
My best laid plans
may never get laid
out on the rose
covered bed
in the penthouse suite
where I consummate
victory
over the low
hum
of the huddled
masses
down below
where the hustlers
scam the man
and women
turn to
tricks of the
skin trade
by selling their
souls to the
nine-to-five
grind
and you will
find me there
in the thick
and thin
of things
wishing I could
pull some strings
so that I could
dance
cheek to cheek
instead of
living from
bounced
check to check
