Blistering asphalt , chemical burnt
eyes with two tiny clouds in the Northern
sky
A hundred degrees on a concrete island
with choking exhaust , hoping not to get rammed
by hurried people that really don't give a ****
Rushing with debit cards to grab whatever
the robots are pushing at the local 'bazaar'
Picking through cans , trolling vegetables
Sparrows have made their way in to watch
We must look quite 'bizarre' indeed* ....