Poem: I hate the city!

I hate this city. More than anything nowAre all cities like this?It makes me miss my home village The selfishness that breeds is unbearableEveryone is there for themselves The old, young they all are on their ownI hate the city… No true friends, to lean your shoulder on No guardians, no son, no daughter No one to talk toEach one plucks a so-called ear piece to listen to musicTo listen and talk to themselvesThey are better off listening to people they don’t knowThey love Lil Wayne, Beyonce, Rihanna and the othersUnpatriotic they are… They don’t listen to the local artist that passes on a messageNo, they think they are dim-witted and naïve. Egoism justGash I hate the city… I barely move about around the city nowadaysWherever I pass people stare at me with nauseated faces They assert I am naïve about fashionMatching colours from head to toe is what they gaze at as fashion he pits is what I am wished forWorst of all, they wish there was fashion police to arrest people like meSincerely why can’t I hate the city…arrghhh!!God I hate the city! The noisy streets can make anyone illMotor engines are running 24/7; loud music from shops plays all day Crowded spaces get to my nervesNo fresh airI wish I were the MayorPolluting taxis and vehicles wouldn’t flood the cityInsolent drivers; hurting innocent lives is customary to them You can hardly stand with two legs in the streets, it’s over crowdedI yearn for my village even moreWhere I breath fresh air from trees and where mountains reignI hate the city… Speaking of expenses The bills are way beyond my meansI have to pay water bills, electricity bills, medical bills…Sleeping bills, tax bills Even paying to use a toilet!I hate the city with all my heart As for the relationships, they are money orientedWithout a car you are valueless I am going back to my village tomorrow!Because I hate you city! rutarindwabob@yahoo.co.uk