A Dark Underbelly
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Skyscrapers sheathed in glass stretch to the sky;
as a convoluted maze of asphalt
rivers connects concrete caves, they flow by.
Patches of green appear like mold on cheese;
amidst the neon lights, corruption, and sleaze.
All cities have a dark underbelly;
they're overcrowded, noisy, and smelly.
At rush hour, the traffic slows to a crawl;
and beggars begging to fill their belly
don't find city streets friendly; not at all.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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