rush
rush. rush. rush.rush hour in the city.
trump tower's glistening above me.
harlem beckons and i come running.
traffic causing creeping progress
my stomach pains,
abdomen suffering stress
i am late again.
and we have barely passed 52nd.
roadside construction,
the true weapon of mass destruction.
avoided subway like the plague,
alas, i wish i hadn't.
city streets, the sea of yellow and black.
street traffic must be the Lord's purgatory.
no redemption found before me,
pray me into harlem's heaven
before my soul is lost forever.
1 Comments:
you're harlem is heaven because i'm there waiting for you :)
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