Psychotic ramblings of a two-legged man
trapped in the haze of a working life
ordained the damn crap of daily
rituals and hypnotic paychecks flapjacked
and canned like forgotten relatives
or sailors out at sea without a map,
berzerk with rage at the weekend
spent working -- there are men
spent by seven day weeks topped with
leeks caught on shore, hoping the boat
doesn't leak.
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