It is a secret; don’t say a word to anyone.
Cities are toxic dumps of people, every
one is an artefact of suspended disaster –
the mean survival rate is as courted by an
obtuse argument claiming the national
mortality average is not discretely separated
by population density but managed into neat
and tidy figures proving each is a safe place.
Don’t believe me, check the damn figures!
If you have a choice, run for the hills –
or the hills where there are at least
more trees than dwellings.
There is no comfort living
cheek by jowl in the refuse
of your fellow man.
© 13 May 2007, I.D. Carswell
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