It was Spring. Autumn. Summer.
WHO CARES WHAT SEASON!
It was cold.
I was Despised. Depraved? Deprived!
“A menace to society” —
I was told.
It was Rational. Inevitable. Scheduled.
No one told me the reason,
I was on hold.
It was White. Safe. Faceless.
Just look at the ceiling.
Getting old.