curtains on a monday
and hair-brain thought
what are these empty cans doing
why can't it be me, and why is the how
that brings them to where they should be it's an informal banquet
everyone is invited, but there is nowhere to put it
so i'll put the shovel back into the shed the general frustration back onto the rolling cart
push it down the hill to hide it from prying eyes and gawking mouths
and there's this thing, 'letterlike symbols' what the fuck is that?
if you'll ask what time it is, i'll tell you to shut up
just once more.
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