clock hanging pendulous
sitting stoned on the ride to work
dazed and bedazzled by the shining
working, heavy engine roar.
sitting stoned on the way home
wishing you had
avoided the trappings of middle-class
Copyright © Paul Sylvester | Year Posted 2005
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