babbling old man in the park..

nocturnal…
why am i awake in the afternoon…
taking in Sun and gentle breeze…
all is too well…

no conflict…
nothing wrong…
everything’s in place…
i hate it…

go away…
this beautiful day…
be gone…
give me some grit and grime…

it’s just too nice…
too lovely…
where are my storm clouds…
come-on sky…piss on me…

oh well…
at least the Republicans are in charge…


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