paper offering
promises for unemployed
unemployables for building
bombs amazing
what a can't
and I remain.
seated arse-cheeks
flattening across
economy
shit
and it is raining
still still raining
falling hard
against
still
cold
left side pressed against
an ancient rad - burning
I. am in constant
in continent
impudent
no! speaking
for what is left?
for what is right?
a thought a simple
worrying worrying question
bits bombs paper scribbled
countless meaning nothing
whatsoever. absolutely.
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