Urban Poetry I

[I get]
Pleasure From The bass
[You need]
A place to call your own
[I am]
The one and only son
[You are]
Someone to call my own
[I see]
The people that you find
[wherever]
Wherever you may be
[I live]
Filling up my soul,
My curiosity.

Pleasure From The Bass
by Tiga Sontag