17 October 2006
Why, many Hours
die when I
stray away
too close to
the neon light
all siren's might
is their call,
the fall of my will
as haute culture
shall lure again
me to the mall.
And catched by
my captivator
the escalator
into this crazy maze
their dazing space
full aesthetism
this mesmerism
as cocaine on my brain
they chain this minotaur
hour upon hour.
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