(an unintentional parody of Joyce Kilmer’s “Trees”)
Don’t you think you’ll ever miss
New York’s pervasive smell of piss?
I know I’ve wondered, should I care
If I never see another clump of hair
That I have to avoid with my feet
As I walk down Milwaukee’s streets
On the next block, the sole of a woman’s shoe
Every day there’s something new
On the last block, an infrequent sight
A pile of puke – why is it white?
Confusing sights, horrific smells
Are common in our urban hells
But what’s worse than what we’re seeing
Is the inescapable humans being
The noise the litter the body heat
The press of all the mindless meat
As introverts and misanthropes we’re full of discord
But as writers and poets we must record
(11/4/19)
About the Creator
Gene Lass
Gene Lass is a professional writer, writing and editing numerous books of non-fiction, poetry, and fiction. Several have been Top 100 Amazon Best Sellers. His short story, “Fence Sitter” was nominated for Best of the Net 2020.
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