…with the possible exception of this…
One guy says he can always tell
when his thoughts are beginning to “heat up”
because it always coincides with a reversal
in the polarity of his underwear.
Everyone needs a disguise,
but PL-LEASEEE –
not one that even you can see through.
You might care to make note:
Under the auditory conditions of the City,
the “final word” on one thing, is the first word
on something else.
On one of those benches outside the City library’s west entrance, one chap looked up from his reading and mused, “Whenever I read some poetic’s deathbed declaration regarding, ‘Farewell and good riddance to a world that was never my friend – I now go home,’ I always wonder just where they expect to be buried and on whose menu they think they’ll appear tomorrow?”