somebody once told me
that sincerity is futile
so i carved it into the counter
with the same knife i use
to split open my duty
a few days a week.
and the minutes pass
on a monday.
you will wait upstairs
until they all go home
then walk down.
i will pay attention to what i'm doing
or at least pretend to.
and you will pay attention to what you're doing
or at least pretend to.
across the street i will feel bored
or at least pretend to.
and across the street you will feel bored
or at least pretend to.
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