New Yorkers

By Jewel   

These people irk my very last nerve
Impatient,Impractical,Imposing, and unforgiving.

These people disappoint me
so arrogant with there accomplishments
so sure of their own importance
Yet always the victim.

These people scare me
respect scarce,generosity fleeing, and politeness no where to be found.

These people are your people
These people are your Friends
These people are us

These people we commend when we boast MY CITY

No matter how much we convince ourselves otherwise
our mothers would not be proud of these people.

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