Adieu to Winnipeg
I started writing this when I got back to Saskatoon. I figured I should finish it and post it. Enjoy, lol.
Winnipeg, some call you Winterpeg, or Windypeg, or just… The Peg,
I never confirmed Winter, but I’ll take your word for it.
Your transit system was marginally better than expected,
but still needs to run on time.
You water seemed to kill off filters faster than I could kill off money,
and the color of your water seemed brown to me; which, I’m sure is perfectly healthy.
Every morning was a strange new smell,
either in my apartment, building, outside, bus or all of the above; you are, possibly the smelliest city ever.
People seemed overly suicidal in my neighborhood,
Why don’t they put bars on those windows already?
Your weapon of choice is a knife,
I wonder if they guy outside my building knew that?
I left behind some friends,
But maybe I’ll come back again.
