Table of Three

Sitting on a cold barrel,

Between a bike,

And last night's waste-

Asphalt as far as the I can see.

I'm at it again.

Another morning of pleasantries,

And plastered smiles.

If the sky could just give me a line,

One with weight,

Then maybe I could make it.

But the bells are ringing,

Somebody needs their medicine.

And I'm just looking to pay for mine.

It's a senseless cycle,

Consumed by the musty mundane.

..Check please.

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