Sucking on a straw
at the corner soda shop
speaking easy 'bout the days events
and eaves dropping on those
within earshot.
Blending in the background
breaks the barrier of boredom
placing my patience on a
new plateau of practicality.
Daydreams become
dogmatic doings as I
decide to devour a
disinterest in direction.
Only the naïve neighbor
next-door at the north side nightclub
realizes the ruthless rape
of rustic religion in the
realistic world where we as people
wonder what is worth waiting
for in life.
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