And you nodded in admonishment and felt their pity stare out from their screens and screams and the girls and their hearts
used their eyes as hands, bobbling through their TVs like
you must be the manager and that’s a really important job, so here’s to being
shot
down
the table makes drink so appealing because apparently killing yourself is about loving life its liquid lunch so you can put it back in the sun to sleep,
until you wake in a stupor to find the meeting is still happening and it’s ok to not
want.life begging across the wires.
There’s no fight left here, no war on these shores.
The surveyors, the predators, they’re still sipping coffee on the oak as
you plan your exit.
Run.
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