Poetry In Motion

Walking downtown looking all around.

Trying to see all that can be found.

Pictures on the roofs saying all sorts of crap.Doing nothing but trying to catch ya in their trap.

Then you run across people making out.

This is grotesque without a doubt.

Later along the walk you feel a slight breeze.

As you hear a photographer say cheese.

You look up while he takes a picture of a pair of twins.

And you hear of a racers win.

So you decide to go sit at your stump.

Wishing you wasn't homeless or lived ar a dump.

So you roll over in your newspaper cover to stay warm.

As you have to sleep in a thunder storm.

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I think that this one is my favorite poem. The end was unexpected and you are very detailed.