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by

J D Cully

Surfing through the stations, just turning the dial
I hate four out of every five of them yet somehow raise a smile
Staying here in my room the day's been slow and low
For the first time in months there's been nowhere to go

In the Golden 2000 I order a meal
The telly on the counter reflects how I feel
Much as I love this place I didn't want it this way
Should have been celebration one evening in May

What a way to end, my hopes were flying high
Now I'm drowning in the suburbs with nobody close by

Well I'm lonely as hell, and the message is clear
So I'll be going back to the wrestling and the beer
The girl in the corner gives me a sympathetic smile
I buy another Pepsi and sit back for a while

So I'll get on the bus and stay up until late
With a tub of Full Vermonty and NOW 48
What a way to end, my wish has burned down
Like the burnt-out bus shelter at Berkhamsted Town.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at The New Moderns
by: Travis Ray Cole
from: Chicago, IL, US

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