To New YorkA Poem by MofloDedicated to the city I was born in, and why I left it.
I'm sorry but I could never love you now
After I have seen your true colors and Your wrath which others mark up as your glory; They spew that they are stronger, able to Take the scrutiny you expose upon Your residents, like some disastrous plague, But it is no real pleasure to survive The disease if you're still subject to the symptoms, And this is why I have moved away. I walk amidst the streets of Manhattan Past a quarry of ducks you call your own, Business men, ducks in suits, quacking away With profanity and judgment of their Peers; they sure are superior, they think. And in a dive on 53rd Street, I Vanish into insignificance as one Duck flies in for his feeding, alcohol In a "dress shirt" by Ed Hardy and shoes By Louis Vitton, a walking rap song! To me, he is comical in his skin. But now that I am gone, I see you In the faces of the others out here, They long to be amongst the ducks Soaring through what they consider endless skies, And I don't have the courage to say its All a lie! For your ducks cannot fly high, They don't wish to; they live beside a lake That's more plentiful than anywhere else, But they only assume this because they Have never really left! But I have now, And your ignorance, to me, is comical. © 2011 MofloAuthor's Note
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Added on January 22, 2011Last Updated on January 22, 2011 AuthorMofloNYAboutI am a 26 year old recent college grad trying to establish myself. Recently moved back to NY from Pennsylvania and looking for work. Now working on becoming an English teacher. more..Writing
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