Hundreds and hundreds...

Hundreds of 'adults' walking by,
fitted in their suits and ties,
empty bodies passing by,
caught up in their frauds and lies,

Hundreds of children running by,
dressed up in their Sunday best,
innocent eyes watching by,
curious thoughts and nothing lest,

Hundreds of gossip girls skipping by,
covered up with their fashion designs,
foul lips moving by,
evil words and plastic sighs,

Hundreds of criminals sneaking by,
hiding behind their casual clothing,
horrid weapons clanking by,
malicious acts and sweet nothings,

Hundreds of misfits strolling by,
wearing clothes of another,
dreamer thoughts hanging by,
remembering smiles of another.