Rest a cheek on the warm still ticking hood
spread out your pocketfull of damp and crumbling pills
focus on the closest, on the pain points:
Too much debt, too much information,
endless defilement.
Face stained with pollen, hands blackened with dust.
Try to stand, with staring upright people walking past.
What was it you were trying to forget?
(Basically I went outside after a strategic marketing meeting and there was this old guy trying to stay upright on a park bench near work, and the contrast struck me, and I wound up with this. I’m not pleased with the fact that it’s kind of condescending, but the image of that guy stuck with me, and I think describing his raw situation with the sterile language marketing strategy works as a concept.)
Secretly Ironic 