Manhattan Anger - Poem by Aaron Rigodon
My days are fading away by
the swifting movements of Apollo's sun.
I walk around the streets
of Manhattan, trapped in a
borough of greed.
Everything in my surrounding is fake,
all I see is a bunch of posers.
I try hearing God's voice,
All I hear is the voices of tourists
in St Patrick Cathedral.
Damn this corrupted Church;
I wish Hell's flames unleashed speaking the
sins of the corrupted priest
Waiting in the train station for the R train to come
Some punk says my mom is slut
My heart beating rapidly like a raging ocean
The sound of his horrible laughter unleashed my devil
As the train pass I pushed him in the eletrical tracks
Everyone staring at me with beakering eyes
Only words that came from joyful smile is
'What a Good Day'
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