Running shoes

I m gonna run  to the MMA gym

And punch the speedball

I had wine for lunch and lay around the afternoon feeling  slightly tipsy…

Earlier traffic was normal

In other words horrendous

My brother said all he want from Life  is a bit of sense

And a roof

And a tin of sardines on toast

We contemplate, we talk, we procrastinate, and we speculate

Like every other wise One ‘ (ha-ha)

Maybe we should leave the town?

Go look for wood, and sky, and get of the grid

People here are all stressed, and on top off each other

Its harder than it use to be,

But the Ocean is still blue, and the light is still like few other places

 

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