The City Tigers
Every morning,
they stand on the streets
smartly like me,
and sharp like you.
They hold files and pens
as if they are great,
but in the real sense are gambling
with life.
They have no permanent places
to carry out their work,
they just use cafes to make their plots.
They are good in surfing,
and sending junk mails
to inform others about what's new,
and what is going ahead
in the field of love, business and jobs.
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