Ghost Town. A poem by Fin Brennan

Nothing is going on anywhere
Even if it tries to have something going on

This town, like many, is eerily quiet
Those around don’t want to be around

Those who aren’t around, want to be around
This town, like many, is eerily quiet

Walking around looking like deathmatch darlings
Walking around in your little world

This town is a ghost town
Now it’s starting to get old

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