LEGENDS

Distinguished figures cross the streets,
Some dressed like lilies,
Others like withering glass.
Some in their big bullied cars,
Either of legacy or their own stinking sweats,
Others on their two wheeled bikes,
While others on their born-in skates.
Nevertheless, they are distinguished figures.

Eminent beings walk down the market,
Buying and selling but all the same packet.
Some with black cards so latest,
Some with dog and bone with bucks the noisiest.
Others investigators of their own pocket,
Others showing off on them a high-end gadget,
Otherwise, earned by others hitting rocket.
But still, they're eminent beings walking down the market.

For amidst of class and fame,
They're strong underneath as they stare,
And standing still in their stance,
Legends they are and among them walks them there.