Title: A Packaged Life
by Craig from Cornwall | in writing, poetry, dark
Monday;
Escalator feet,
sticky toffee floor,
memories of a weekend
wittled away
and wasted like mere coppers in your pocket.
Where are we going ____
Walking against the constant hurricane blow that is a need for money,
murderous suits, blouses, name tags, a fear of individuality, a fear of poverty,
wasted time, echoes of love in a deep dark cave of history, a joint bank account,
a loan in your fathers name and nothing but regret, tied and brown paper bagged into a format that only a bank can understand,
you are slowly dying ____
Do something.
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