Drinking gin and tonics
Seeing black and red
Your day off was a mess, my dear
And mine was no better....
Because bathrooms must be cleaned
And dishes must be washed
And one must stay in shape
Though I've no idea why
And what are we doing here?
Not in the metaphysical
But in the ugly, physical sense
In this den of finance and corruption
(At least... I feel corrupt)
In a feverish daze
Four left turns to move forward
Our black and red day mutated
By waves of green, turns...
...To a coma of burnt orange and oxford grey
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