Poem 427 – 21:00

Crack
The beat
Hear
The drive
Pump it out and
Let me feel alive.

Beat
The floor
Noise
Galore
One night more to
Live like this – true.

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Poem 423 – 17:00

The grey-suited, grey-faced horde is freed,
It staggers home as to its creed,
But once a year it is allowed
For members of this monochrome crowd
To carry bright paper and shining toys
(Pink for girls, blue for boys,
Orthodoxy is required)
And hope that these things are desired
By families that will gladly see
These grey faces clad in misery.