Life In the Fast Lane
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE
Ok well, must rush, places to go and people to see. . . . .
Just a ready-made excuse for gotta stop this tedious chit-chat now
Truth is got noplace to go
Except McDonalds with fries on the side
And another refill coffee till midnight last orders please;
And no one to see ( no friends - only guys I work with
Who have absolutely no interest in me nor I in them ).
But it’s still worse standing here talking to you.
. . . . . Talk again soon. ( God, I hope not.)
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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