

ConsumedCoughing and spluttering my way Through a maze of hazy customers, My eyes start to dim and glaze Under the weight of my hatred for pedestrians.Consumed
My sinuses scorn my breathless attempts To make this ordeal a past tense, While sweat spills from behind my scarf And the bastard in my throat begins his harsh laugh.
The lead head that lolls helplessly as its lugged around Starts to sound more and more like a third person, As I fight my way back, along an endless sales rack To the back of the worlds longest queue.
The procession of possessed consumers t


EarlyChilly from the midnight frost, Sharp as a razor blade Sunlight pierces my curtain, Interrupting my peaceful shade.Early
The whispers of Bath town Become a grumbling moan, As student upon student Finally reaches home.
Traffic mutters into life, Somewhere school bells ring, M & S open their doors As millions of tills start to sing.
Mindless masses queue quietly, Awaiting the old 418. Have they got time for a coffee? Why is this bus always late?
Underneath Bath's ancient Abbey The jugglers start up their acts, While


NostalgiaIm walking in a footpath in spring.Nostalgia
Everything is living and growing.
I hear a bubbling brook. I hear the wind, a gentle breeze. I hear a silent whisper. I remember how much I abhor you.
I see a rosy sunset, I see a boat, silhouetted on the horizon. I see the hidden face.
I remember why I loath you.
I feel the sea salt on my skin. I feel its sharp taste on my tongue. I feel that numb ache.
I remember what I detest about you.
All you need to know is
I
Hate
You.
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I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence - Edgar Allan Poe
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I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence - Edgar Allan Poe
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I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence - Edgar Allan Poe
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence - Edgar Allan Poe
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