Ode to Athens

I sit here, my last day in Athens before heading to East. What better way to pay homage to my time here than...

Spinach pies and creepy stares
Thick exhaust and flaccid dares
Haughty gazes make me laugh
Opposite effect: tear gas

Crossing streets, a life at risk
Fear alone makes my pace brisk
Solid refuge: Flocafe
Best hot chocolate on Sunday

Hooded hopefuls, broken glass
Eager journalism staff
Police make nice with little boys
Let them play with dang'rous toys

Fatted mammals grunt and groan
And try to win another loan
Whilst rival livestock raise a stink
So they can take us o'er the brink

The night begins a little late
Later still will it abate
Empassioned outings that can last
Daylight's death brings next night fast

The forced exchange of body parts
On metro, bus, and trolley carts
Your bicicyle a double threat:
Emphazema, concussed head

What once was genuine complaint
Of ire-arousing day to day
Now, on the verge of sacrifice,
I think: three more months would be nice