Absent minds run back and forth with the tag sticking out for that added bit of recognition. It's all about branding, mate. All about the showing up and walking about with gear on the back of the back.
People flood and flush across the day, killing their feet looking dead into the halls of public schools and community halls for the sake of a voice every three or four years or so. Less at times, but then always on Saturdays to make the compulsory nature of it all not such a burden.
Never quite the solution and whine still tips the lips. On the bank into and through the doors, the politicking and ushering of sympathy stands far away enough to clear the neutral zone. For the most part. Waddling a leech of passion and disgust, the drugs over take and the board of other comments flashes a right champ to distract.
One step. Another step. Step more and talk. And talk. And talk until the threshold is made. Time of which not a single cast of ink makes the woman with an agenda fall back in line looking toward another to bring about a sense of false comradery.
Saturday, 24 March 2007
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