big wheels keep on turning, plastic lifeless resin chairs______something

It's an August night in Brooklyn where the summer the clashes with forces of passing meterological anomalies and unmolested thoughts stewed upon remind one of how decent people behave in the most inopportune moments. We help out our brothers and sisters.

Then we go back to our stupidity. Of eating our tails, inflating our prides and hoisting our flags.

Good thing I did my part already for god and country. Now I can go back to cleaning the gutters and shaving my head.