Is this a nice day? It looks like night.
Was that really a superette? It might have been a family’s home.
Where are we going? We’re driving around all day.
Why do you have a car? I’d rather have a bike.
What do you mean by that? I aren’t a frigging genius.
Who was that man? Probably another friend of his.
Where’s he going? Does it matter?
Have you checked the houses yet? I’ve lost my keys.
And the radio played on meaninglessly,
And the people in the crowd came and went.
The gamblers lost and won, and charity was paid.
Money kept on being put into the pot, and the sewers worked.
Black-and-white collared frocks crept silently up the path.
Computers clicked, and satellites fell.
The Ocean waves continually destroyed themselves.
In someone’s mind, zombies rose from the dead.
Streetlights and warning signs stood tall in this utopia.
The homeless begged and the drug-dealers profited.
Sirens fled by in front of ambulances.
An abandoned fire truck is always parked outside my house.
The beer keeps flowing. It’s five past nine.