BEATITUDE POEM.  

Poor People,
Angry People,
Walking,
Talking,
Drown Trodden,
Taking Concrete steps,
Beside the Rich,
And Nylon Thigh's,
Making,
Out,
Wearing their Lip Gloss,
 Shows,

In Perfumed heights.
Of dizzying Offices,
Splendour,
The Laundrette Spins
Its never ending cycle,
Of Creativity,
And further more
The talk is of Boys.