I'm shifting nervously from leg to leg
But your nervous habits make me twitch
A smirk
You say I am an adorable hypocrite
Splashing through filthy water
When it hasn't rained
You drop a dollar
into an old man's morning coffee
But that doesn't make a saint
You love the questionable virtues
The city renders
I miss the days
Where happy eyes met
And exchanged hello's
Not here
I might as well be walking glass
So as not to get in their view
They shuffle by
Buildings could be coming down around them
And it would be a small annoyance
They'd carry on
Trudging over wreckage
And ignoring pleas
They'd be saints
"adorable hypocrite" and "questionable values", Batman!
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Tora, your poetry is wonderful. I inhale every word and keep it inside like air - Lady A
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Thank you Lady A, your words
Thank you Lady A, your words never fail to make me smile.
Let your teeth show