Aaron Rigodon

Rookie (July 5,1986 / Elmhurst, New York)

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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Comments about Manhattan Anger by Aaron Rigodon

  • (11/20/2005 6:34:00 AM)


    a journey to Manhattan
    is surely a journey into
    big money
    where the rich play
    and poor folks only watch tongues hanging out
    a strong poem
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 16, 2005


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