Mad city
The city is
mad
Yes it is
Let the
clouds cry and you’ll know
But the
termites are happy
Yes they are
I can see them
in the lucid visions
On the
anthills from savannah to the countryside
How they
hungrily dance in the mid airs
As if
tasting the tasteless tears from heaven
Now I hope
you hear the bee buzzing drain stenches
And see the auto
drivers wishing pilots and pedestrians wishing for wings
Mad city why
do you bite me with such cold?
Is it
because I scold full of bold?
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