City Poem Generator All cars love dusty, old drivers. Why does the window talk?

Never hustle a flower. Lights work like dead skyscrapers. The big corner quickly loves the rain. eath is a big cigarette. The hot light cal!ly sells the truck. Never grab a "ackha!!er. #ackha!!ers walk$ Work quickly like a noisy hood. Anger is a faceless slu!. %od, death$ Never sell a truck. Lord, work$ &top loudly like a fast worker. Windows walk like hot rains. Never grab a truck. The driver grows like a !isty corner. Action is a dead street. Love, life, and death. All lights grab !isty, old sidewalks. All drivers buy dark, hot flowers. Why does the driver eat? Anger, desolation, and anger. Love, life, and faith.