Is It A Crime




Looking down from the towering stilts
Insipid, dusty, constant drudgery and it stinks
Fever pitch in the cities with all the commuter links
Every day communities and patriotism further sinks
Society today nudging, nudging to the brink.


To want from life simple pleasures
A constant endeavour in search of great treasure
Longing for more time in the pursuit of leisure
Living life to the full, measure for measure
Over indulgence sometimes, not never
Realms of academia striving to be clever
Divorce, marriage is not always forever
Evolving, perhaps alone or together
Restraints, rules, regulations, constant pressure

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