New York City Poem by Dawson Walter Smith

It's a busy city,
Most people never pay no mind.
Don't expect to find any pity,
You don't know what you might find.
Most people wont care what you say,
They've probably heard it before.
They don't whether you go or stay,
They're probly just looking for a store.
Most people are usually in a hurry,
They wont notice you if you try.
The roads don't usually get blurry,
Its like they don't want to hear why.
But the lights are amazing,
Dirt isn't very common.
Doesn't matter where your going,
Anything could happen.