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the good old days

 
 
 
sitting in front
of my coffee
 
the world turns
to shit,
 
what else is
new.
 
windows afraid
to look outside.
 
caught in the
crosshairs  
of the day,
 
the sink throws
up in disgust,
 
not one damn
good revolution  
in the air.
 
where are all the
mad men?
 
the manifestos?
 
the Caesars?
 
probably riding
around in hybrids,
monetizing  
YouTube.
 
how far away from  
the Gods we have  
fallen.
 
 
 
 
 
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