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| Beau_Tox |
on Mon 27 Dec 10, 4:38 PM to Beau_Tox's blog.
Post office clerks put up signs saying "Position closed" and secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats. Janitors padlock the gates for security guards to patrol. And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink, while the married ones turn on a chat show.
And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.
"Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore." Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go. And by five o'clock everything's dead and every third car is a cab. While ignorant people sleep in their backs, like the doped white mice in the college lab.
Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all. The needle returns to the start of the song, and we all sing along like before.
And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.
Edited Fri 31 Dec 10, 8:40 AM by Beau_Tox
