Day 98 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day carouse: "engage in boisterous, drunken merrymaking."
Frozen Coke
It's raining and technology
Cannot keep me warm
I stand in a frozen coke
Of people and there is someone with a giant straw and they regurgitate us and we all congeal miserably together running in into the rain
The colours run into each other
brown and pink
The wet hot sky carouses
And vomits us all out like
A spoilt drunken man
And this is the sweaty mess of
The commute
There is no sanity
We might as well be sloshing
Out of the machine
And be slopped into a cup
And sucked up
by the guy upstairs.
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