When doom and gloom
Would oft consume
I inhale the fumes
Off your toxic perfume
And the darkness lifts
Or in the very least shifts
And the doom that looms
Hums different tunes.

My fair city
My fair town
A city often pitied
Yet there is no city in the world
You can have as much fun feeling down.

City lives in the grey
Few things here are black and white
Many brood through the day
Laugh and drink through the night.

An artists dream
A drinkers haven
Where souls get lost
With little want for saving.

© Daniel Breslin