Bells chime, ding ****
Cue the long run.
Rumbling empty belly
of a concrete anthill.
The same faces, same routines
same air, same space to fill.
Run, children, run!
Two hundred green pullovers
move in unison.
And the beautiful ones detach themselves
with heavy lungs
they inhale the fresh air
stamp out rollie butts.
Nobody cares.
Eat, sleep, bleat.
Two hundred green and grey sheep.
Day in, day out.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
Bells chime, ding ****
Cue the long run.
Rumbling empty belly
of a concrete anthill.
The same faces, same routines
same air, same space to fill.
Run, children, run!
Two hundred green pullovers
move in unison.
And the beautiful ones detach themselves
with heavy lungs
they inhale the fresh air
stamp out rollie butts.
Nobody cares.
Eat, sleep, bleat.
Two hundred green and grey sheep.
Day in, day out.
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
