Amidst the polished angled chrome
Tribute bands are talked about
Another Wednesday, another
Tongue sticks out in
Concentrated descent, ringbinder
In folded arms
Whilst walking is
Such a pose, is not hands-free
Exactly
Is it?
This is high up
This is high up
What discontent we find
In our own height
Our own reach
My own space
This heritage is not to be repeated
He is unfortunate
She is polka dot
The lift chimes signal, grasp for
The wheelchair-bound
There are enviable pectorals, biceps
His visit here
Is not daily