The S word

From the dark malevolent depths of Urbia I hear your call
Your alarms and souped up Mitsubishis
Your vocal marital divergences of opinions
And your kids dreaming of uzis
Your urban planners and their minions
Your densely packed antagonistic lives simmering
In this big melting pot of pot heads
And lager louts
And half-crown rings
And boxing bouts
On top of one another but nameless
Egoistic, loud and shameless
Promiscuous and weary
Raucous and teary
I hear your call
And your screams
Your bickering
And slanderous remarks
I'll run back to you over and over
For you are mine
I am yours
In my soul and flesh you have left your mark
My beautifully inadequate sub-urbia