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Thur 07/10

The Ballad of Lagos



The highways freeze

The side streets burn

Mechanics seize

Autopilot's turn



Addiction's squeeze

I never learn

The mozzie's tease

It's no concern



Could have been a street begging drifter type

Could have been an architect of all the hype

Could have been a banker counting all the cash

Could have been a dealer distributing the stash



Nursing destruction

Promoting world peace

A sudden distraction

And I am at ease



Evading detection

The emotions cease

Sponge of infection

Next puzzle piece



Could have been anything I wanted to be

Could have been a tall growing chestnut tree

Could have been a fungus between your toes

Could have been the cell where cancer grows



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Every day I think about it... every day it crosses my mind...



/eat less junk, exercise more, stop drinking so much, start playing squash on a regular basis, drink lots of water, think positive/



Every day I come home and pour myself a scotch and coke. I fetch one of the bed pillows and tuck it into the backrest of my otherwise uncomfortable armchair. I switch on the cable TV and flick through countless channels of muted shit. I sip my drink.



I bought a toaster oven to break the monotony. Now I can get even fatter, through midnight dates with cheese, mayo & salami toast sandwiches.



Tomorrow night a bag of green is gonna do its best to aid me in the same quest.



Every star is a damsel in distress... Another wanker of a soul, desperately in need of serious therapy... just like me.



Distracted by yet another soft-porn cable movie...