Silent?
Thats cool, I guess.
But, anyways, I digress; I'm here to once again, to shower you with poetry, only, this time, I found a recording of myself reading this trainwreck on youtube, here.
Now, without further ado, Here is Concrete Jungle in lexicon.
The Concrete Jungle
The concrete jungle
A place with grey skies of concrete
Where urban predators line every street
Heat shines on everyone’s faces
And they are of all races
The concrete jungle
A place with a heartbeat of car alarms
Where six out of 10 don’t know about farms
The city grows – fat and lazy
So large – even the skies are hazy
The concrete jungle
Jets from metal birds are the morning chorus
As glass mountains tower overhead
Hundreds of council estates lie dormant – now dead
The concrete jungle
With broken dreams
Like broken glass, lining every pavement
As hard workers struggle to pay rent
With this democracy of hippocracy
Paying people more than they could hope to earn
And only the few can afford to learn
The concrete jungle
Once a place of hope and glory
Now it seems, just the same old story
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Thank you for reading, I hope that you enjoyed it! Please don't hesitate to throw a comment down below telling me what you thought of it, and constructive criticism (Hell, even flames) have been, are, and always will be welcome!
