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playpen

 
 
 
she sits  
outside in  
burgundy  
 
sausage roll  
crumbs falling  
inside her lap,  
 
greggs tea  
being held  
for dear life  
in one hand  
 
a humble  
cigarette  
in the other,  
 
i know  
exactly why  
she does it  
 
there's enough  
drama llama  
in the world  
 
without a  
burgundy tribe  
going on about  
lack of staff,  
 
which member  
has disappeared  
on their holidays,  
 
who's deciding  
to shed years  
of wearing a  
silk bomber  
jacket,  
 
perhaps  
rewind a  
few weeks  
back  
 
i too was  
avoiding  
the same  
playpen  
 
of llamas  
bleating  
in uniform.  
 
 
Written by _feral
Published | Edited 14th May 2022
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