late at work to satisfy bureaucracy
that bureaucratic crabs created with
tax dollars clipped from my very own
paycheck.
and now i attempt to create
creative poetry 'bout those senseless senses
as i see senseless words,
invisible lights
colorless colors
in a soundless room?
i am hungry. it is late.
and i need to cook something for dinner.
something quickly. something healthy.
something with senseful whiskey.
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