SFV

You tell me that you hate this place. You wish you had a rag to wipe it all away.
The mountains that surround us. The smog that hangs like mucus.
A network of streets and freeways. We are animals encaged.

You tell me that you hate this place. Yet your actions bind you to it. like a rat in a maze.
The circles that you run in. Bags of drugs and cans of beer.
That job that keeps you chasing that 30 grand a year.

From the house into the car and from the car into the desk and from the desk into the car
and from the car into the house and from the house into the car into the desk into the car
From the school to the job to your death.



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Writer(s): Jason Gentile
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