Verb Boss City
Nobody wants to hear it;
Tiny brains cannot bear it:
Any outpour of adjectives
Accompanying their respective
Subjects to achieve a higher objective.
They were once believed to be blessings
Of superlative bliss, but lately
Sunny ideas meld together
While choral nocturnes
Turn into perverse
Techno trysts.
Red tail-lights pulsate
Like bloody irony through
The autobahn's main artery.
Penthouse apartheid
Scrapes skies overhead
Because Phobos hates hoboes.
A gilded cage may suit the socialite parrot ...
However—a Jack Hare—won't chase suburban karat!
Image: Urban Bunny courtesy of Laura Heikkala.
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