Dancing In The Bunker

The walls shook as the bass kicked in, this was a crazy man in the most crazy place he’d ever been.

The world latched on and Miami took a bow, little did I know of the background fat cow.

Bleeding our youth and naïve nature dry, working 48 hour shifts just to get by.

Paying for the privilege of being a pirate, thinking somehow we were one of the favourites.

Now I see it for what it was, a pressure cooking lab for illiterate slobs.

D April 2018

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Clearing

So how many friends do you need to justify your social media cause,

Is eight billion enough, can you to handle them and their flaws?

Each with an axe to grind …

Hopefully the digitals god’s will find,

What you already threw away and left behind.

D Feb 2018