Clackers

White crisp shirts The clackers make their way to The central Sea salt is in the air Frown lines and stress lines Upon canvases of many Wooden benches To rest your heavy heart Red blisters Warm conversations To ease the ache The Achilles heel In this big central The lone white swan Hiding near The banks of the lake Folding its wings Pure of white in The middle of teal, grey, and glass A palace in the middle of the city Heigh ho heigh ho Off to work they go Until the end of the day And the salarymen Saunter downtown Follow the red neon billboards Is it still happy hour? Asahi Sapporo Kirin Or are you feeling a Yebisu tonight? Meltdowns are the common symptom Be warned Don't let it infect your soul Because it's the only thing You can And must Protect Survive the day To live the next