Talking to the checkout girl:
she looks at me blankly,
with a hint of ’why should I care?’
‘why should she?’, I ask myself.
All around me youth marches on.
Confident.
Superior.
Strangely joyless.
Talking to the checkout girl:
she looks at me blankly,
with a hint of ’why should I care?’
‘why should she?’, I ask myself.
All around me youth marches on.
Confident.
Superior.
Strangely joyless.
