Living in the City

By Danny Villarreal

     What’s wrong with the paper?

     Where are all the pens?

     My thoughts are slipping fast

     My ideas quickly bent

     These intimate thoughts

     Got trapped in my mind

     Between my rent

     And a honk from behind

     This world that we live in

     Treats us so bad

     A city is like a coffin

     Where you practice being dead

     -D

 

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