You and I could drink kava quietly around the corner, or browse magazines, but instead, with you, we throw tags on the wall or tram.
We could sit with you at home, stroking the cat, but instead we anneal it on the tusa.
We could have children with you, have children and build a family, and in vain, we’ve turned off the rooftop with you.
But in the end we determined for ourselves
that we are a new street generation,
who doesn’t need business
We would have jeans for already, and roofs for wider, On which to stir up movement louder as it should,
New,
Street-generation.
© ️ Unknown street poet