Oh, Morning

From this legendary city
comes the pang of repulsion.
All the people with their
dander looping on self-made
hatred going from angular to creepy
like a potato in a paper shredder.
I go on my lovely way
while dudes wallow in caprice.
That silvery magestic lake is full
of ammonia and algae.
Dip your toe into the new now
and get a load of all the things out there
that have nothing to do with you.