Do you really expect me to turn down the music?
I’m not particularly interested in your story.
The last five stops diluted it already.
I don’t need coat hangers, rubbish bags or hands-free kits.
Don’t ask me to support fake sunglasses or pirate DVDs.
Why would I want an inflatable Spider Man?
(actually that is kinda cool)
Please don’t wash my windscreen.
There’s no junk for you to collect.
I wouldn’t read it anyway.
It’s nothing personal
But please move along.
By interrupting my conscience
You’re threatening to ruin this song.
Traffic Light Talks
November 14, 2007Do you really expect me to turn down the music?
I’m not particularly interested in your story.
The last five stops diluted it already.
I don’t need coat hangers, rubbish bags or hands-free kits.
Don’t ask me to support fake sunglasses or pirate DVDs.
Why would I want an inflatable Spider Man?
(actually that is kinda cool)
Please don’t wash my windscreen.
There’s no junk for you to collect.
I wouldn’t read it anyway.
It’s nothing personal
But please move along.
By interrupting my conscience
You’re threatening to ruin this song.
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Tags: Creative Writing, Paul Seele, Poetry
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