Roger

Couldn’t believe

how she said it had happened.

I mean

Scandalous

How could they just stand there?

Like canned goods

waiting to go back

to the factory.

Mechanize the habits.

Stack the cash for

holiday platters

and presents.

I mean,

What’s 360 days of misery

in the face of four days

of happiness.

Sun shine or rain?

It’s all fascinating.

So when the snow comes

I’ll standing

outside,

naked limbs

outstretched;

with the

barren trees.

Ready to

catch it all.

We’re gonna have a ball.

Then watch it

roll

down

the mountain.

Climbed the summit.

Lit my cigarette of the sun.

Did everything you told me!

How you showed me!

So why am I bored again?

 

 

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