The chugs of the city train,
on collapsed lines, abused
by youth.
Rebelling against the generation,
their snobbish comments to deaf
ears,
wholesome, yet lost.
Views, taken, finally laid to rest,
let the new world take over.
It is coming.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 8:43 PM UTC
The chugs of the city train,
on collapsed lines, abused
by youth.
Rebelling against the generation,
their snobbish comments to deaf
ears,
wholesome, yet lost.
Views, taken, finally laid to rest,
let the new world take over.
It is coming.
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