I have legs but never walk, a back but never complain. I host tired humans, lonely pigeons, and forgotten gum. I hear secrets, watch joggers suffer, and get blamed for cold seats. In parks and courts I quietly sit - What am I, besides emotionally supportive furniture?

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Exuberant prices A place filled with vices Traffic jams galore Makes you wish you could soar The constant smell of pis And that's not a diss Housing many, home to some Come downtown, let's have some fun

There once was a movie where a mommy hated them. They can be made of plastic and of me. Birds sit on me but we are two different things. Back in there ninetys a lime was placed in front of me and you ripped music all day What am I

Where your car can be stored, and what your car may travel on