Fuck you very much Charter Cable

Enough said.

Under a hoodie

Today I saw an old man,
knee high socks, sandals,
sparce hair and loneliness,
showering the pigeons with grain.
I saw a cloud-making machine,
each nimbus evolving one after the other.
A man with dark bags under his eyes
sees life with a tint.
He sits at the bus stop,
awaiting his time to come.
After looking at these people,
I felt l was looking at myself.
I am the product of cats inside out
on the left lane freeway.
I hate that how I feel is always at
the tip of my tongue, and that it's never
appropriate to say how i feel.

Laying penniless in a wishing well,
it's impossible to wish well for anyone.