Big City Game Poem by Rebecca Springsteen
Big City Game
In the big old city,
where people walk
as they play the don't look game.
Bumping shoulders is violation.
Talking into your Bluetooth is as fair as you can get out.
Having somewhere to be is a must.
Dress clothes aren't required.
Having your music to loud is rude.
Uniqueness is prohibited.
Having your hair up is a good sign.
Straying from the crowd your out.
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5/19/2024 2:46:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice reflection on the herd mentality. However, we should all celebrate out uniqueness and if the crowd rejects us for that, it's their loss. Good poem.