Was in a particularly sour mood while at work. Must have had to do with all the lemons I had to slice.
Jerky
Given that you just pulled a stool out
your ass we might as well sit and hash out
our silverware, light some candles to cut
back on gas prices. Zampano, alert the newspapers!
Give the press a beer and let
them talk amongst themselves,
I have clouds to watch and you
emails to worry about.
Previously on lost: someone
decided to pitch a Midwestern
Manhattan and we got smoke
spines here, bible sales charisma
down deep in the wazoo,
this blog's for the people
who keep the L smelling of
dope, use it to sleep or smoke,
any cats on leashes may mishappen be to be
skyrocketing under the city this misbegotten
Wednesday. I muttered "I love
this here city," driver just laughed.
He's the third cabbie to announce himself
as "the only driver who will go to the south
side" this year. People talk about violence
in Chicago like they do the weather.
I told the driver I wanted to die here,
after a bostaurus stretch 'cross the third coast.
A pause preceded a terse laugh.
Battling radio silence - a real windy pro.
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