The world as perceived by the saddest of the sad is just a rusty radio


Turned low, so's not to wake my neighbor.

Too tired to turn it off

too worn down to search for a signal.

So, resigned, I sit

we sit

we the sad, we sit.

Waiting, I guess, for the day someone shuts the electricity off

because someone was supposed to pay the bill

but forgot, probably. 


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