" In the sea of desks
There is talk of bags and games
And long pipes that leak dreams with a strike of a match
And there's a loudness to the whispers I hear
Whispears shouldn't be that loud, should they?
There's a girl over there who everyone knows
And men without ears who will stand by the door for a price
And long hallways; there are angry mobs of dwarves
and rats
and one single angel. "
-Rusty Borgens, Stuck In Love.
(Not my piece)