10/10 Technique
Sundays, bus-stop bustling, the corporate image has been rejected for a day and yet the automated state of mind remains, who am I? where should I be? those who can’t function without directives are clearly defective “alright mate, what ya doing for a living” “that ain’t important” I leave the conversation purposely walking with a limp, the local gimp offers me various forms of rehabilitation, I confidently turn him down, demonstrating I can perform a backflip on request, I’ve got 10/10 technique, Yeah! I’m a real fucking freak of nature, a clown of sound mind caught up in circus performer behaviour
