a cityA Poem by alan khan
it is not a city.
it is something else. it should not prosper from tourism and wealth. the brokebacks do not frolic the intelligent to not gather the healthy are all on vacation just the fat dumb and ignorant rather. you cannot call this place a city for the shadows themselves run there is no starts or night for the sun has held the day's ransome. where is this place this terrible hell well i will tell you well well well... it's charlotte north carolina. © 2010 alan khan |
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