Wind blows in my face,
Rain cascades at a fast pace.
Cold winds chill me to the bone,
Sitting on a bench, all alone.
A Drunkard sings his inaudible song,
Smelling of urine and a horrible pong.
Smoke hangs high in the air,
A child's worst, terrible nightmare.
Overgrown grass and ugly weeds,
Fatal ponds hidden in reeds.
Stabs and murders, rundown cars,
Signal down to only one bar.
This is why I live where I do,
Maybe you should visit too?!
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