The streetlights are never lonely.
Cars always got a companion or two.
Feet to the street.
No comfort in the city-
No oxygen either, darling.
Only lunacy dons its hat here.
Hip Hip Hurrah!
Hurrah you ********
Hurrah god ******
What marvels we've created.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
The streetlights are never lonely.
Cars always got a companion or two.
Feet to the street.
No comfort in the city-
No oxygen either, darling.
Only lunacy dons its hat here.
Hip Hip Hurrah!
Hurrah you ********
Hurrah god ******
What marvels we've created.
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