Day Trip
arriving into the city,
fed through tubes
painted all the garish colors of grey
made to smile and sneer
on the same breath
cab ride amid feral pigeons
the spoken word
is alien and spiked with spit
the office is bare
the office workers are not there
wrong day
go away
leaving the city
disgorged into green
eventually.
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