So we dance again today,
On casual fridays in the
brown lights of the underground
You've found your book
I see, better reading than yesterday?
the tin foil you crumble
should block out the soundwave-airwave-
smart phone-imbalance, Watch!
Or it'll crawl off the table!
Watch! As we loose our lunch to the
compost machine blabbing-always-
What idiot tome do you suffer
What fools do you read?
What jeans are honestly blue?