Dancing In The Bunker

The walls shook as the bass kicked in, this was a crazy man in the most crazy place he’d ever been.

The world latched on and Miami took a bow, little did I know of the background fat cow.

Bleeding our youth and naïve nature dry, working 48 hour shifts just to get by.

Paying for the privilege of being a pirate, thinking somehow we were one of the favourites.

Now I see it for what it was, a pressure cooking lab for illiterate slobs.

D April 2018


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