Affluent jeers of friendship.
Mercedez thumps a beat, consistent.
Red turns green, off they leave.
For the night is well spent.
Starving eyes by the street,
Weary of the daily beat.
Wraps the polythene, off to sleep.
For the fittest, survives.
Only the neon-drenched roads,
Keep the contrast alive.
It is for us to forget!
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