we coat-check commercialism

Biking up Broadway prior evening I encountered an undying underlying flaw in the fabric of our community- drunkdancing for practice and yelling at plastic screens, people unaware of the bricks that build the bars and the fortunes of some that pave prosperity: pissing off the unfortunes of some that tear through with tremendous heartache and a flat tire to ride off into the night.
if there be no inspiration, at least there be alliteration
So me bike is dead the computer won't charge another line of pity will I keep you at large oh great criminal reader, dearest to me are the pleas of the people who won't second glance at we.
Follow this lead reconcile the illogical illegitimate intimacy upon who's words matter most speaks the quieter.
An alibi for the first degree? Doesn't crime work so that the punished ain't free?
Free is overrated, well in here, no more sickening sprawls or deadlock malls 3,000 advertisements on average to consume every day. and Again. Keep your brands off me cow-hand you'll never know the hot iron if it's in your hand until we turn it around, stop enjoying the burn and flicker our fantasies across the stock tickers ex utero e pluribus unum.
This is actual
-ly
insanity.