Any Day
Fly into this place,
lacking grace;
Broken bottles,
broken men fly past
my overcast, broken-past face;
Hard with take-no-shit distaste
Offering a warm, still-sterile room !?!
Then, again
to be on my strength-demanding way...
And I ignore their pleas
and bargains false and sweet;
and walk, no, FLY away;
Because I know they'd do the same for me
anyday.
lacking grace;
Broken bottles,
broken men fly past
my overcast, broken-past face;
Hard with take-no-shit distaste
Offering a warm, still-sterile room !?!
Then, again
to be on my strength-demanding way...
And I ignore their pleas
and bargains false and sweet;
and walk, no, FLY away;
Because I know they'd do the same for me
anyday.
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