Wakeup..
logon..
I am the
and the
but most of all the
brb
afk
*pounce*...lol
meh...
logoff
to the local brewhouse
to become drunk on
the heady aroma of the bean
and watch as the self styled artist
and the corporate man machine
drift through the haze to feed their secret need
I sit and scribble, the look, first one, then the other
and I am an alien here, fitting neither one
nor the other, like a blue collar invader
in an uptown bar.
as I sit I watch them as my head
drifts through clouds as soft and sweet
as the whipping on my mochachino.