One Line or Last Song of the Old Man
We sad-eyed
Lunchtime poets
Drop our pens
Once again
It is time
For these tiny streams
To join binary regiments
Lumbering on
Smile, shakehands
With those
Weary-faced-gossipers,
Besuited sociopaths
As we stand behind
Our thick glass
Taking 8 hour baths
In UV lighting
We are forever
Out that window
To be the children we were
Playing in the sun
I will not
Let that sunset
Come
Lunchtime poets
Drop our pens
Once again
It is time
For these tiny streams
To join binary regiments
Lumbering on
Smile, shakehands
With those
Weary-faced-gossipers,
Besuited sociopaths
As we stand behind
Our thick glass
Taking 8 hour baths
In UV lighting
We are forever
Out that window
To be the children we were
Playing in the sun
I will not
Let that sunset
Come
posted by The Duke at 10:50 PM
2 Comments:
I especially like the 8 hour UV bath. This nicely captures the workhouse frustration
And I liked the binary regiments
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