Rush Hour Poem by Anna Osipova

Rush Hour



Rush, rush, push and crush,
Elbow your way towards the exit sign.
Nothing is free and better be flush
Than begging for food close to dying.
Rush, rush... But what is it for?
You'll rush out your life in a flash...
So rush if you wish, this hour is yours...
I'd better be out of this mash.

Sunday, May 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,lifestyle,rushing,time
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