Doubled over Stella cans
crawling from last night's 10p home.
Late brunches for the new majority
waking within a block who's characters are now alone.
Previously untouched by the new,
the heavily worn and stained wooden
chair now longing for stories of the few.
The old exacerbated, they couldn't
see it coming. Their home.
Now a haven for the new.
A new Mecca for creativity with no retreat
For those left behind.
Doubled over Stella cans.
This used to be free the old fuss.
Now there's no home for them.
Their 10p shelters gone with a gust.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
Doubled over Stella cans
crawling from last night's 10p home.
Late brunches for the new majority
waking within a block who's characters are now alone.
Previously untouched by the new,
the heavily worn and stained wooden
chair now longing for stories of the few.
The old exacerbated, they couldn't
see it coming. Their home.
Now a haven for the new.
A new Mecca for creativity with no retreat
For those left behind.
Doubled over Stella cans.
This used to be free the old fuss.
Now there's no home for them.
Their 10p shelters gone with a gust.
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