Saturday night at the wall

Oh Saturday, where are you, day of youth?

Oh Saturday, where are you?

The football crowds turn into hoardes of flies, landing on my face, looking for a taste.

I sit and watch the paint dry

Wondering why

Wondering why

And then it hits me.

Life is a movie, and this is the filler 25 minutes in.

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