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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pretty, Pretty City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=577861" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">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.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a></strong></div>

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