Thursday, You Know Thursday 13/04/23

Apr 13, 2023

1 min read

Updated: Apr 19, 2023

Open Plan

Crowd out your thoughts with conversations,

greetings roared to dull sensation,

call, or chat, or dance, or sing,

I can't write a fucking thing.

Grey tables breed distraction,

concentration begets infractions.

So angrily will I be forced to sit,

and pen nought but steaming shit.

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