The luck and chance poems IV - The new debris

It staggers, how come?
It's humanity in its purest form
I'll be condemned
I'll never forget
The football stars of yesteryear
The actors and actresses
The streetwise kids
The bubble gum types
The coke-snorting young director
And his older counterpart
The high heel whores
The noveau-rich
The noveau-poor
And the old money and the new money
And everything in between
All smothering, all cursing me
All made into floatsam
All molded into the new debris