91...New York Minute IX: Braindead

Brain-dead in front of the doors

I run into you all the time
At times you bring your partner,
twice the fun to squeeze by.

Brain-dead on the seven train
if only I can exit kind.
This concept so eludes you
robber barons of my time.

If you steer to the right
chances are you’ll get by.
To the left you’ll do the ch-cha-cha
the dance for New Yorkers-lite.

Knowingly I have given some
a lot to digest at once.
Imagine a city without people
then say to yourself this is not one.


DionWorx

Authors Comments; Obviously in rush hour things are different..this is written for those times that it is not.

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