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New York City's Streets
I walk New York's streets
Turn a corner, smells of garbage and piss
So appealing, so many stores
Turn the corner, a drug deal
Beautiful, tall skyscrapers
Another corner, garbage and piss
You seem so great,
But you piss on everyone
You always say the right things
But you're so full of garbage.
You're like a drug
To everyone you meet
You spew your garbage at me
I turn the corner,
Garbage and piss
That's what you are.
A great big city,
That promises so much
But once you get close to it
you see it's full of **it
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| Oh am I familiar with city life, especially the one from which you speak. Anywho couldn't sleep. Headaches. |
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Comment by: - 2008-06-01 15:40
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I can appreciate what you've done here, but in a way the city as you've portrayed it seems a bit monochromatic. You didn't speak at all of the homeless people, the cab drivers, the elegance mixed with squalor, 9/11,
so many other details. This is a beginning and it could be very rich. And that last word, is it BAIT? SPIT? GRIT? |
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very real i suppose. remaining in the vomit provoking streets of Kathmandu, i was thinking the you have grand managements there in the states. here in Kathmandu is rather disarrayed. even a drunkard can cause a traffic jam.
sandesh |
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| Nice. You've stripped all of the fantasy and left what is real-both with the relationship and the city. Good work! |
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| this is a fun narrative. I like it and have never been to new york. take it easy |
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