Full Cafes,
Close To Closing.
Holding Soliloquy With Myselves.
Bickering Masses;
THEY KNOW!
You’re not greatest.
Never will be.
You’re shooting quantity,
Tangible countable things.
So what if I drop two hundred,
In a day?
Only those following,
Would know Sisyphus in my efforts.
Rest Gawk.
Norm.
F-
