Green lovers do not peeve me, unless they
Show a disrespect for brick and pavement.
For is not human nature, nature? Clearly
A drive in some compels us from the day
Of birth to death, to cling or push our way
Within the bulwark of a group, and to fit
Our self a snug security well knit
Amongst the thread of others is such a stay
In our existence, that the various
Shapes of city will not cease from this earth
Until our cognit patterned epoch ends.
epoch will end,,,,,,sometime