Now the city has a studded nose, <br />Because the city is so pretty, and the city knows: <br />The city, she almost fooled me underneath the <br />Chicken sky- The city is so pretty, <br />But the city lie: <br />I loved the city and all its vermilion moods and ice-creams, <br />With parks and busses and city airplanes <br />And city rides- City coffins and city dies; <br />And I watched the city get drunk and turn around <br />And raise its monuments and party down; <br />And I sat upon one of her benches in a speculating mood, <br />And wondered if the city was so pretty, <br />Why was she so rude: The vulgar nebulas of the city’s <br />Eyes, the narcissisms of its displays: <br />There are so many well suited boys better than I out walking <br />In their sunny city days: <br />And I realized, the city didn’t love me, <br />The city plays and paws and eats up little boys such as <br />Me- She said she loves her little poet boys, such as me, <br />But the sweet, sweet city lies, <br />Because the city is so pretty, studded nosed and stunning eyed, <br />But she uses her autumn facades to blind the autumn chicken skies- <br />The pretty, pretty city has me hypnotized, <br />But the pretty, pretty city lies.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pretty-pretty-city/
