Escape.

Escapism

Michael Arnold

 

you look at

the world

and feel

washed up.

 

Outside

 

it’s raining,

you’re all alone,

the rents

due on

this peeling

dying

bedsit

and the car

won’t start.

She’s left with

the asshole

down

the hall

and left you

with

the bills

which you

can’t pay.

Then you

see a news

item

on TV

about people

drinking

too much.

 

You think.

 

If…except the

lucky few

we all live in

this peeling

dying world

is it any wonder

we try

to escape

in our own way.

 

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