Bored In Manhattan
He was roaming the streets of the New York borough,
To hard him every passer-by was a foe.
Boredom and apathy followed him everywhere,
Why attend his cousin's wedding when he had to pay the fare?
He traipsed wearily down Fifth Avenue, Not giving a glance at dresses new.
Broadway Avenue was not payed much heed to,
Glances spared only a few.
He looked up at the 103 storeyed Empire State Building,
Didn't even stop at Bloomingdales for a shopping fling.
Scorn on his face he passed Central Park,
Didn't cease walking to take a picture with cardboard Peeta Mellark.
The nonchalant and incurious was leaving Manhattan soon,
But he wouldn't even be happy in his own little room...
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