So we dance again today,
eh?
On casual fridays in the
brown lights of the underground
no less,
You've found your book
I see, better reading than yesterday?
No? Well,
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-
blabbing-effortlessly blabbing-
blabbing-mockingly blabbing-
Wait!
What idiot tome do you suffer
over?
What fools do you read?
What jeans are honestly blue?
Oh.
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