Whispers at sunset.
Is it just ***
It's a revolution.
Sofa surfing.
Eating toast.
Pulling back front room curtains.
Enlightening.
A revolution indeed.
Revolting.
Bed space.
Head lace.
Bed hair.
Who dares.
Caring less.
Red dress.
Chucked on the floor.
Stockings.
Suspenders.
Say no more.
Sociology lessons.
Violet moods.
Awful foods.
Sunrises daily.
A million folk existing.
Existing in bedsit land.
Government hand outs.
Signing forms to claim the dole.
Once a fortnight
Stuck in a hole.
Dining on mice that dash out of holes.
Seeking slices of stale cold pizza.
Left on the side overnight.
Gasping for air.
Drowning in debt.
Living hard
Hard and fast.
Living too long.
In the zone of regret.
(c)Livvi MMXV
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Whispers at sunset.
Is it just ***
It's a revolution.
Sofa surfing.
Eating toast.
Pulling back front room curtains.
Enlightening.
A revolution indeed.
Revolting.
Bed space.
Head lace.
Bed hair.
Who dares.
Caring less.
Red dress.
Chucked on the floor.
Stockings.
Suspenders.
Say no more.
Sociology lessons.
Violet moods.
Awful foods.
Sunrises daily.
A million folk existing.
Existing in bedsit land.
Government hand outs.
Signing forms to claim the dole.
Once a fortnight
Stuck in a hole.
Dining on mice that dash out of holes.
Seeking slices of stale cold pizza.
Left on the side overnight.
Gasping for air.
Drowning in debt.
Living hard
Hard and fast.
Living too long.
In the zone of regret.
(c)Livvi MMXV
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