12 january 2017
POLLUTED AIR
Polluted air, dead mans wonder.
Taken back from the blunder.
Sing a broken song to me.
Pinstripe suit said, "TURN THE KEY".
Television said, "OZONE WITH HAZE".
Eyes feeling blurry, a walking maze.
Plastic pyarmid, a French song.
Pinstripe suit said, "THRY'RE WRONG".
Eggshell air covers the earth.
Open the curtain on a blue birth.
Garage door closed, suicide ways.
Pinstripe suit said, "MANY DAYS".
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