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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