It was a beautiful day, I went for a walk,
I took a self guided tour around my block.
My neighbors were fighting, nothing new,
lots of cursing and yelling, a gunshot or two.
I heard sirens wailing, coming awful fast,
I thought "What the Hell" as they sailed past.
I heard glass breaking, a window on my left,
Another auto burglary, a broad-daylight theft.
Coming up on the park a riot was starting,
I walked by in a hurry, glad I was departing.
I saw several 10 year olds, tearing up a sign,
It said "Vote For Trump" so it was just fine.
I caught up with the cops, some one shot dead,
I was thinking a 12 Guage, blew off his head.
I saw lots of drug deals, lot's of poop in the street,
kids playing in the gutter escaping the heat.
I didn't see many parents, they had things to do,
like barhopping and hanging out with their crew.
Every body I saw, was either dirty or unwashed,
without running water I guess life can be harsh.
Someone's dogs chased me, bit me on both legs,
the dogs just attacked, not being taught how to beg.
It was like running a gauntlet, a miracle to survive,
I'd be a damn lucky man if I got home alive.
The sad part of it is, this used to be Mr. Rogers hood,
the street is a sh*thole now, full of the absence of good.
I'm stuck here, no escaping, property value, what's that.
I should vote the Trump ticket, screw the damn democrats.
D.L. Crockett -- 8/10/24