Wednesday, 1 December 2010

If the walls had cameras.

Festival bands and fashioned hoods
Bright colours and question mark drugs
Unlit memories in Leicester clubs
Homely mugs filled with roll up stubs

value food and Human alarms
tripping into the enemies arms
Union vouchers and drunken texts
Getting rid of one loser and moving on to the next

Lecture rows and heavy eyes
All nighters when a part of you dies
Assignment warnings, ringing in deaf ears
Too much Daft Punk and Budweiser beers

Too much everything, so much to learn
Too much abstract where logic is concerned
Too much bullshit for one person to see
So unfortunate, that that person is me.

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