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by Teeny

I walk New York's streets
Turn a corner, smells of garbage and piss
So appealing, so many stores
Turn the corner, a drug deal
Beautiful, tall skyscrapers
Another corner, garbage and piss
You seem so great,
But you piss on everyone
You always say the right things
But you're so full of garbage.
You're like a drug
To everyone you meet
You spew your garbage at me
I turn the corner,
Garbage and piss
That's what you are.
A great big city,
That promises so much
But once you get close to it
you see it's full of shit

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