Lend your ear to this little narration
Of what may be the prelude to my inhumation.
I am trapped in a foreign land
Full of traffic, bustle, and ideas sanctimonious –
A rolling display of why mankind seems so felonious.
Please, do call me Miss Malcontent.
The lack of trees and room to breathe brings such torment!
Today, I had finally found mild isolation
Within this human infestation
When oh, oh! to my agony
Those very pests scurried over for this, and only this –
To cure me of perceived loneliness!
So, to you I lament
I am really quite sick of cement!
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