April 15, 2009

City life is hard, although
I’m not sure what any other type of life is like

City living. Deceiving.
people next to you,
but no one really there for you

Relentless rat race,
they’re into, over and all around you,
full of rush, rudeness and stinky attitudes

What does it take to say “excuse me”?
Merely two seconds from our collective
“my-patience-is-running-out” clocks, what?!

But in this place,
in this train, with this culture, all you get is blamed

Here's the Opposite of My "RUSH-HOUR-RUDENESS" Poem
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1 comment:

  1. Ssometimes we are guilty of becoming these people. We don't realize how New York we are until we leave and visit some place else.


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