Iffy Hours
by grimbeau
Damn clammy, warm, irksome night,
big mall full of grievances,
trams of packed mania,
never reaching the end
cellars of odium,
vapid sapid entropy,
subterranean halogen
car parks full of winos
choreographic knife gangs,
dun roaming big time
noisy empty tenements,
emblematic anthems to
blank random ignorance