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Pulling a fast one, pulling a con
Sitting here staring -
Doing nothing -
My mind's already gone.
Trying to look busy, looking alive
Hopped up on sugar and caffeine
Waiting for the sugar crash
Waiting for the dive.
Under their breath I hear the cursing
Whispers in the hall-
Everyone has secrets
Fears of that pink slips call.
There's yelling and frustration -
Faction groups of discontent
Turns out it's no ones fault
That this darn place
Can't pay the rent.
And so I sit here surfing sites
And writing silly tome
When all I really want to do
Is catch my bus that's headed home.

When all I really want to do
Is catch my bus that's headed home.

It All Seemed Much Clearer

It all seemed much clearer to her
The pieces fit much better
Prisms interlocking with Prisms
Hexagons with Trapezoids interacting
Holding hands down the sidewalk
She understood much better
The ins and outs, the how’s and why’s
Of city life and country folk
Of how and who she was
When she stood on her hands
And walked upside down