Hardly Ever (16/30)

The prompt for day 16 over at NaPoWriMo was to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. This is what I came up with...



The homeless smell of rose petals

they never beg for change

iphones don't get snatched from

folks who ride overcrowded trains

rush hour commutes are heaven

everybody gets to work on time

happy hours are really sad

shots of tequila only cost a dime

condos don't get built overnight

nobody enjoys city life.





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