it's delicious, coming out of work
into the cold and rain
knowing you don't have to go back
and see those fucking people
for three long days
you descend the hill towards the main road
like a liberated hostage rushing towards
a waiting family of careless shoppers,
pissed off commuters going home
and sneering kids.
the squalls of rain blow out the dust,
the radioactive dust, of work
your optimism rises, and it lasts
about another thirty seconds
which is when you realise
you are totally alone.
another friday with the bottle and the couch ahead.
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tie a rag around the neck of that bottle... light it and throw it...
Bobby! What a great idea, man. But who at? Or does that matter?!
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