Happy Hour

Verg and his weird metaphors: the tiresome collectives of pre-pubescent teenager going through a midlife crisis in his 20s

As the Earth, in its cruelty, spins

We, unbeknownst to us: have kept time unturned, unrelenting

And as we sing ever so horrendously to the dreaded music of our taste:

Souls are lifted; smiles are planted

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