Wall Street

by Thomas   Sep 16, 2012


Swarming like dirty flies
Hovering around the same pile of feces
Tight suits, tighter ties
Cutting of all the air
Every action on auto-pilot
Only loyalties and ties to money
Always crunching numbers,
crushing peoples careers
Cutting jobs, cutting hours
Screw the planet,
trample the flowers
You say you're unique
but you're nothing but a brick
in this street of walls

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  • 11 years ago

    by BlueJay

    My gosh, this poem is wow. It's short but there's a lot to take in.

    The only correction or change I see necessary for this piece is in the fourth line. "Of" should be off.

    While the word "cutting" was used a ton, the word choice was still well thought. I really liked that aspect alone. However the style was nice and the flow was almost perfect. I really like the descriptions you used so effectively.

    The last two lines are by far my favorite here. You have penned a wonderful piece.

    4/5 - due to the replication of cutting (I know a stupid reason not to get full vote, but now that I think about it, it did get a tiny bit annoying.) Sorry!!!

    Have fun writing, can't wait for your next piece.

    ~MRK

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