What was that great swollen wail
Goodbye to sun tan and hen weekends
Hello claustrophobia, flat screen friends,
Pining in the world's most comfortable jail
I will miss the crushing isolate
Switch back on the dizzying rush
Money to burn and habits to push
I will miss the agony of static weight
With hypocrisy I now acclaim
Nothingness days where I wasted light
Lounging away from the capital fight
Threading my words out of the grain
So down with shutting and rattle me out
Flash that paler flesh in the sun
No dithering when it comes to chasing fun
The starving banquet, the flooding drought.
@nepion_boreas17
