The City District

Moving through the city at lunchtime

The people are filling the streets

Making confrontation inevitable

The city district is running wild

With new shops and a lot of money

Greedy, naive, conventional marketing

Screams at us

And thats nice for an hour or two

But the entropy of the place makes things

Fall apart

Nothing is ever stable here

The money moves around a black hole

And if you are to near

You will fall

 

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends. The winter is here and is so cold...

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Posted in Poem, Poems, Poetry, The city, The Financial district

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