NO SENSE LEFT
There's no sense left licking the
thing now : never enamored of
amateurs anyway, I get so tired
of just watching the try. Please,
then, close that gate where the
car's just entered. That guy's
done driving for the day.
This building swarms with people
on certain days : a flag on the
roof entertains the thoughts of
a celebration. Those who know
know when to show. All the other
times, it's here boring as hell.
There's no waking the dead from
even their living coma.