Road to his office
Had bedded in rush, traffic
And unpleasant blows
'Hell, people,' he said.
Office overflowed with noises,
Couple of bachelors flirted
Near cafe.
'Lazy generation,' he sighed.
Way near his home,
He became the witness
Of uncleaned plastic bags.
'Poor society,' he smirked.
At home, he took shower.
Stood before the mirror
And saw no dog and swine.
All he encountered was
Pick of people,
Pioneer of generation and
The part of society.
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