*image by Ben Harubin

 

In the City
"I've gotta be me!"

 

A central minded young man in the City, attempting some form of romanticism,
wrote to his love thusly, “Each time I gaze upon your picture, touch the place
where you last sat, and catch the lingering aroma of your hair, I think of me.”

The most common cause of death is from being treated.
(Treatments kill, and remedies maim.)

One City guy said,
“Seems like I’ve wasted my whole life being me.”

If something’s got to be proven,
it wasn’t true in the first place...

and if you really know what you’re doing
you can run over most commas.