a day's work
traffic jams bring me closer
to death than all other
beasts and greater horrors,
slowly it builds—pushing
my limits until i fly from
any of the four doors.
supermarket sadness has stabbed
invisible daggers within my arms
and my two tired legs,
as i select the same weekly...
to death than all other
beasts and greater horrors,
slowly it builds—pushing
my limits until i fly from
any of the four doors.
supermarket sadness has stabbed
invisible daggers within my arms
and my two tired legs,
as i select the same weekly...