“An average day”
I could read in my car,
But I choose to sit in the
Sewerage pumping unit,
With the loud whirring fans,
And motors pushing human shit,
Up and down hills.
I take a seat near the
Emergency phone and wait
For the gas detector to pick up
Some monoxide readings so
I can go home and listen to
The radio
and stress about,
Weather or not, I brush my
Teeth enough to avoid
a three month toothache
I heard some one talking about
In the lunch room.
On the average day I spend
More time worrying
About things I cant change
instead of avoiding the
Things I can.
I could read in my car,
But I choose to sit in the
Sewerage pumping unit,
With the loud whirring fans,
And motors pushing human shit,
Up and down hills.
I take a seat near the
Emergency phone and wait
For the gas detector to pick up
Some monoxide readings so
I can go home and listen to
The radio
and stress about,
Weather or not, I brush my
Teeth enough to avoid
a three month toothache
I heard some one talking about
In the lunch room.
On the average day I spend
More time worrying
About things I cant change
instead of avoiding the
Things I can.
The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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