Student poetry: “downtown”

ah, this simpering galère,

architects of the bicycle belt

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they stand like statues

stretched, touching earth

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but not in heroin’s grasp

instead in green energy’s

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they talk of zymurgy

surrounded by beards

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they do not reek of death

surrounded by garbage

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ah, this coterie of cleansers

this galère of gentrifiers

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these under-the-rug sweepers

of a sad, sunken society