One day, 2 or 3 years ago, back when I was in Berkeley, I was walking down the street and this guy was selling his own poetry on the street for like 50 cents or something. So, I bought it. Well, usually, when I read poetry, I can't figure out what it is talking about, but there was this part of this one poem that went like this:

           Fears, taboos and status
           Like giant tapeworms
           Consume us

           Walled up and locked away
           The city is populated with the ghosts
           Of yesterday's children