City peopleA Poem by Owen AldinThe people you meet in the city.....City Pricks Are you waiting? I will push in front of you. Are you pregnant? I will not offer you my seat. Do you have a headache? I will shout down my phone. Are you small? I will knock you over. Are you good looking? I will whistle at you. If not, Not wearing a suit? You don’t exist to me. I am the City Prick. See you tomorrow! City Gentleman Are you sad? Have my smile. Do you have a pushchair? I’ll help you up the stairs. Waiting for this bus? You go first. Dropped your glove? Let me get it? Sleeping on the street? Take my lunch. First time in London? Let me direct you! I am the City Gentleman, See you next year. © 2015 Owen Aldin |
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