Gargoyle Sits On Magnificent Mile
Gargoyle sits on Magnificent Mile
Glaring at passengers
Most never smile
They head for the El
They’re headed out west
Where they live with their families
Who think they’re the best….
Gargoyle glares as they get off the train.
Hates them soundly with his mean concrete brain.
His life until two thousand and twenty
Now he waits for people, there ain’t many.
Did they die? He asks his gargoyle mate.
Maybe her answer; she cares not their fate.
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