Punk song variation 2
Punk song variation 2
I can’t remember
the last time I was in the middle
of an enormous room,
hopeless like a whim
moving around, you know,
my stomach not feeling great.
The lead car ambles
to the station’s blue safety.
A good thought
is hard to come by.
When all the people were in their apartments,
and all the offices were empty,
the distant, frozen river
just went about the business.
Stay away from the other me.
Scheming gets the shot.
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