City Poem

city poem

IT TURNED OUT THIS WAY COS YOU
DREAMED IT THIS WAY, COS ALL YOU COULD
DREAM IS WHAT YOU SAW IN MAGAZINES,
AND THIS IS HOW IT FEELS TO WIN, AND
HAVE EVERYTHING, ALL THE LUXURY AND
POWER YOU EVER WANTED AND STILL FEEL
DISGUSTED. RONALD REAGAN BLUES/ A
MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE IN L.A/
50 FUCKING WHITE ANAEMIC STARS MY
DARLING AND ALL THE BLOOD AND DUST OF
THE WORLD ON YOUR HANDS.

By Robert Montgomery – Street Poetry

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