Taking the Piss

Just another afternoon
Blazing sun
Almost hot (behind glass)
Another cold mind
Behind red eyes (for all to see)
Then come the words
And, as you know, sound dominates
Even for the indifferent
And it all changes
It all rearranges
The words of no return
Into the grey stuff … they burn

What an afternoon
Not to repeat very soon
There’s not much more to tell
Except it must be similar in … hell
Breathing in, and out
Taking one step
In front of another
Eating, drinking
Taking a piss, in private
Taking the piss, in public
There must be more
Than this

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