Constant commotion,
metropolitan motion.
Sirens sings,
like city sirens.
Like traffic lights blink
and turn signal wink,
city lights twinkle
like little stars everywhere.
How I love these starry nights.
Stealing, is it ethical, questionable. But who would you pose such a question to? Roll the dice and hope life sorts it out right? I play the system like a Plinko-chip steering; No rest till my name rings synonymous with success.
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