I feel invisible as I sit here sipping my coffee -
Listening to this madness that surrounds me
Is like being inside bedlam...
Their endless nothings mutate into words
That make no sense to my ears,
Floating through the polluted air...
Like some outrageous octave from an unfinished rumba.
Making this noise could be the first 'NOTE' of a song
Get me out of here!
Written in McDonald's over a coffee.
3rd November 2006
Copywriter UK 2006