Sunny Skies (day 289)

There’s no room for sunny skies here
There’s no point in having those hover around
Like the festering magpies
Crapping overhead in swarms
Few thousand or so

There’s nothing loud
About sitting alone
Blast out the speakers
Make that sky forever last
Hold out those buckets and catch in that rain

There’s only winners and losers
There’s no I’m almost theres
Pull down your trowsers
Flair up your nostrils
Pull in your feet to breathe

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