wails on top
wails down low
tears as gloves turned inside out
and then
background noises
esteem smiles,
enjoy the run
grab all you can and have fun
and then
every minute counts
next
money is all that counts
and then
you are indignated you are surprised
you get angry, who knows why
after all
we are prey animals
lost in a concrete jungle
under this gray suburban sky
Marco Bo
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