Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Left breathless and feeling restless
all the while, relentless
apprenticeship of pointless regressions 
A nation and a city tell the tale
the tickets are cheap but the price of fuel is astronomical
like the stars and cars
we are on fire
with our lipstick and low profile tires
reality TV sets the gold standard
at least it's something to talk about around the water cooler
at work
I do like a good beer and a good sunset though
And colours. 
Lots of colours 
I hate the fucking morning commute.

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