Traffic signals mutate
people promenade to the other flank
a flock of pedestrians
are quickly proceeding
at employment two men dialogue
they discord with each other
I peep at them as I journey
trying to brain about my occupation
the superior knocks a foot
impatiently anticipating my person
scowls and visages the clock
as he beholds me, grins and cackles
my shirt is not on frontwards
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