It’s the hour before traffic,
around that time when the paperboys
sniff, all of them rubbing their noses on sleeves.
The smog is fowl,
a stray dog howls
orange explosions of bitter pain
through which the sun battles to make a comeback.
Amber lights
flash
right of way
for
whoever’s driving home from the pub,
whoever’s daft enough to face the day
that way.
The last ********** packs her bag,
stubs out her ***
and zips her **** shut,
‘A fat cow like me can only wait for so long.’
Soon the sky is Usual Blue,
discoloured by security swipes,
fake handshakes,
and Columbia’s finest
coffee-stained
coffee shop waiters
who sell the finest sugar cube coke
to those hardworking folk
who keep our nation ticking,
and tocking –
the digital clock,
my rooster with the fraudulent eyes,
tells me it’s time to let the snooze button go.
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 3:13 AM UTC
It’s the hour before traffic,
around that time when the paperboys
sniff, all of them rubbing their noses on sleeves.
The smog is fowl,
a stray dog howls
orange explosions of bitter pain
through which the sun battles to make a comeback.
Amber lights
flash
right of way
for
whoever’s driving home from the pub,
whoever’s daft enough to face the day
that way.
The last ********** packs her bag,
stubs out her ***
and zips her **** shut,
‘A fat cow like me can only wait for so long.’
Soon the sky is Usual Blue,
discoloured by security swipes,
fake handshakes,
and Columbia’s finest
coffee-stained
coffee shop waiters
who sell the finest sugar cube coke
to those hardworking folk
who keep our nation ticking,
and tocking –
the digital clock,
my rooster with the fraudulent eyes,
tells me it’s time to let the snooze button go.
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