City people

City people

A Poem by Owen Aldin
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The people you meet in the city.....

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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,

I will laugh at you.

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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Owen, this is splendid. I lived in London for four years and this just describes in a nutshell a great deal of the experiences I had working downtown Bank. To tell you true though this encapsulates any city if you ask me. Love the two parts to this.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on July 14, 2015
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Owen Aldin
Owen Aldin

London, United Kingdom



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