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I THREW MY PEN DOWN

AND THE TV WENT OFF!

SO I PICKED UP MY PEN

AND THREW IT AGAIN..

BUT THE TV DIDN'T COME BACK ON.

another conditioning. june '10

Speeding train, running through,

escaping one city, entering another.

Burning rubber smells waft through nostrels;

then mutters of disgust in an English way.

Where even are we?

My head aches as I look tired in the window's reflection...

greasy hair, bags under eyes, tight lipped, stressful frowning,

from city to city.

Curly haired girl drinks too much at once.

She's a poppet and is spoken for,

a fine gentleman I'm sure,

chequered shirt of course.

Oriental girl combs back her dark hair.

She's a poppet and is spoken for, 

a long haired, young lad, bad clothes, sneezes,

can't grow a beard,

though he's a fine gentleman I'm sure.

A well spoken lady has spoken all journey, 

as constant as the wheels turning.