No matter how much it rained,

the streets smelled rotten to

those who are in them

For a handsome, clean man

to walk in, he will come out

an ugly, putrid grotesque figure

with an attitude like a wolf

What you hear in the streets

is crashes, shrieks, bangs, growling,

crashing, and crying

Those who are alone in the

streets, will get a life lesson

from those who have lived

in the streets

What you will see in the

streets is broken beer bottles,

groups of people who carry weapons

with deadly looks on their faces,

filth everywhere, and rabid stray animals

It all seems like another world

where the rotten are clean and

the clean are rotten