Just up the stairs.
Just down the hall.
Just out the door.
Written on all the walls.
Above the low.
Below the Glow.
Until the sun explodes.
We grow into tight repose.
Reading, shuffling our eyes;
Mundane, lacking keywords-no surprise.
Across the bridge.
Through eyelids and grins.
Ink like squids, afraid.
Made up like kids in past days.
Read, we’ve skimmed,
Looking for what interests her or him,
Between ads and shit.
Everyone is a witness.
Definitive and absolute on a whim.
Vicious id.
Have we truly lived?
Overdue when dead.
Leak like sieve, what gives?
All the articles we’ve read.
I’ve said.
Keeping my head on whilst trying to get fed.
Believing not what the paper’s black print bled.
I forgot the daily toilet pages, lest save dread.
Above all, those who remember are intentionally misled.
What do they print now-a-days?
What a waste, where’s the good nature?
Empty-headed straight-forward space-case, ready to put you in your place.
News Flash: External Cost, all we’ve lost in the name of being current, avoiding danger.
Newspaper Make-up: Corporation, Ads, Assumptions, and naive strangers.
Take up logic and stop it…
I usually read more than one.
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