Los Angeles

Why would anyone want to live in a city where life so hard?
Whose every aspect is untoward
Offensive to all five senses
Composed completely of pretenses

A place infested with moral devastation
There is an abundance of diseased hoes
Happiness doesn’t have a prayer for infiltration
In this city whose own blood is bellicose

If you happened to be prepositioned for coitus
You’ll probably catch a disease
After all, this conurbation is trying to destroy us
While trying to maintain its identity in once piece

It’s just a heavy, rotating door
It takes a lot of effort to push, but what for?
Round and round you’ll go
Moving too fast, for us, of this city forgo

© Luis Valencia

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About luisydomonique

Poetry Year Long Project between Luis Valencia and the Brilliant, Beautiful, and Vivace Domonique Celeste Alcaraz.
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