I am a wanderer in the city
confidence external, fear internal,
waiting for the signal to turn green
the restless wipers on my windscreen.
I scream when I see a man.
with a cigarette in my hand,
I am anxious to park my car
in the middle of the bazaar.
The sea of crowd, overwhelmed me
I am living same day again and again
I try to fill my void with beer glass,
I am Bourgeoisie with a class.
On the commercial over my head
Up – Half naked girl on the roof of the car.
Below – the new PM candidate smiles
there will more bumps in a while.
My cell cried, I shiver
the new opportunity
makes me confused, I feel sad.
here even the good news is Bad.
An incisive exposition on the vicissitudes of contemporary society and its mores delivered with unerring acumen and poetic aplomb.
Thank you dear Louis
mundane realities poetically expressed.