the busy people
all shuffle without care,
glued to the sidewalk
to look up, they do not dare
the stiff necked woman
glares at a bum,
walks to her car
and spits out her gum
the near-deaf boy
feels the heat,
crosses against traffic,
acts like he's a feat
the grey suit man
reads about his fate,
waits for his bus,
it's always late
the too-good girl
winks at the sun,
smiles at a bus sign,
then steps in gum
the sidewalks groan alot now
they've got no reason to talk,
but this empire is rapidly fading
so I thought we'd maybe take a walk
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