Social Parasites Poem by Galaralia Feo
Social Parasites
Cold and stony streets,
broad and scary woods,
the festival has begun
in the name of the Baroque city.
People being loud,
in absence of the beer.
Mohawks in the air,
symbols on our arms.
Police shouting,
cameras flashing,
eternal talking,
papers ripping.
We know it's our time,
to go behind the bars.
Monday, November 26, 2012
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