On Roman way.
All torque and thrusting mechanics,
Showing off,
From speed bump to bump,
Like a thoroughbred in a box.
Full speed.
Then stop.
Nowhere fast.
I saw the proletariati,
Alight on runways,
All talk and flustering panics,
Not showing off,
Just panic buying,
Perceived opportunity.
As bags on heads bump,
Like dogs on the lino,
Full speed,
Then stop.
Nowhere fast.
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