I wake miserable and half-hearted
and apathetic
get dressed
read the watered down news
watch the wolves devour the lambs
it's almost two now
I search for something to eat
fry up a dog
drink a beer
drink another
ramble around lonely
curse the city
answer the echoes of misshapen figures
take a shower
cry in a heap
f444
the burner's still on.
(had to bleep out the word f444 because true art is about repression)
