New Begginer

Harsh, perceiving, ample

City of the Iron Leg

They say you are one of a kind. Well make no doubt the men have seen anything but shine.

And they call at you like a perilous call. The alleyway sounds nothing of the sort, only for a midnight brawl.

And they seem to know the difference between right & wrong. Even the locals know some officers are corrupt.

And to those livid with doubt, pity, and shame.

You’ll never see a place with such beauty to its name.

Throwing musical choruses among the work of the crowd, there’s not but a singer, a singer so loud

Even the city thanks to their grace

Counting their time until the melody sways

Might like a lion prowling for meat, sly like a hound that no one can beat

Joining

Digging

Entrepreneur

Sawing

Structuring, forming, rejoicing

Gleaming with joy, showing his face

Nobody knows how hard this takes

Gleaming like a covalent little child

Gleaming like a tunnel digger seeing the sun that’s mild