Roaming Duckworth and Using Big Words

Hills so steep the bag toils the pavement

Imprinted path, stamped deep into the jute...

Surface voids run deep, till’ the pigeons claim it home.

Nothing ever finished.

Alleyways tight, to forge companionships.

Mapped on the bottom of my eco-friendly weight.

Flyposting extolled,

Verbosity, critically acclaimed.

A collection of small town dreamers.

Impressive determination to be honest.

Oh to be marked with this energy.

To float amongst the history, and land in the preposterous pretention.

Hypocritical, really.