The City Centre Seagull


CITY CENTRE SEAGULL

Who needs a gentle sea breeze
To lightly ruffle your feathers.
When instead you can soar in smog
In all sorts of miserable weather.

Who needs fresh fish to dine on
That you can pluck flapping from the sea.
When you can feast on cold greasy chips
Scattered among the cities debris.

Who needs the open ocean horizon
As you bob on waves that smoothly sway.
When you can have an endless concrete vista
Interspersed with choking motorways.

Who needs the calmness of the sea
With its soft rhythmic peace.
When you can have endless noise and light
Living in a city that never sleeps.

 

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