the night is young
the black panther approaches for the feast
no you are deserving of the chair
the rustling trees let out a poignant cry
why, of course i’d like to
i can see the grass blowing in the wind
what keeps you coming back
your permit has expired
from whence have you come
the new driver goes the wrong way
the bird always taking the fast lane
the offer is undeniable
the crash is inevitable
he offers a shave and a slice
the subway ebbs and flows with life and unlife
old men stare with intrigued glances
i can see it all unfolding before my eyes
the emergency comes yet no one uses the exit
white number three strikes the chime
five eleven takes precedence over nine eleven
the time has come for you
backwards the pages fly in their faces
they cannot oppose the change
sorry this seat is reserved
the light impedes all thought
may this conversation pull me out
the funnel plows into the wall
finally meets final
the dawn breaks
the night is still young
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