This city

This city

is shirt and tie.

Suit up or die.

Suit up and die.

Alleyways, backdoors,

garbage cans, cement floors.

Skyscrapers

scrape scrawl crawl sprawl

raw upon the workers’ backs

raw upon the workers’ backs.

They love it.

 

This city

is gin and tonic.

Possessed, maddening,

grim, hedonic.

Liquor and booze –

“I’m not drunk!” says the vomit.

As sanity succumbs to quinine

So employees

bend knees

pay homage to moonshine.

They love it.

 

This city

is kith and kin.

Dancing from train to office –

tin to din.

Engrossed, consumed,

Like, Share, and Check-in.

Connection? Isolation?

Synonyms on the screen.

So friends become Friends,

and likes become Likes.

Social becomes unsocial

adrenaline spike.

They love it.

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