8:40am

Surrounded by old people

Shuffling around like zombies

Dead stares in the dying crowd

Ailments, white hairs and leather faces

 

Early morning mournings

On a Monday

So mundane

 

Wondering why so many

Come to this place

Before it opens

Its beyond me

 

Fuck this undying commercialism

Guarding the shrine

Of human consumption

 

Don’t want to be here

For the devouring

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