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...