Thursday, June 3, 2010

late night

let's go late night shopping;

where the leviathans upsize their combos

for just a dollar extra,

the diet coke flows in downpours 

because we know it keeps you slim.


let's go late night shopping;

where the leeches stalk the carpark

with not a pubic hair to speak of

but a smoker's cough to rival

a seasoned, jaded writer.


let's go late night shopping;

we'll listen to the chorus of cash machines

we'll hand over our lifesavings

just to hear them sing.


let's go late night shopping;

let's whore ourselves

under the red light of coles,

on the corner of general pants and life.

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