Fill your lungs with air, smog

petrol fumes mixed with human sweat

and once white walls, urinals for men

whose zippers come down, in public eye

relieving themselves

for some it could be the only time

their cocks stand up

breathe, dammit it

take advantage of the few trees still left

chokeheld by urban, modern ideas

of living

breathe in the dust 

some earth still exists beneath

a veil of concrete, touch it

feel it, tug at the three strands of yellowing grass

trodden upon by feet, tireless in their attempt

to conquer the world.

My world is changing fast.