By J. R. A. Gigney
What are these buildings?
Am I urbanside?
Who are all these people?
Must be urbanside...
Walking around like the living dead,
Not had enough sleep...
Pollution swirls around them,
Their cellphones whine in discordant protest.
So this is Urbanside...
Written 15 January 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
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Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
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