Encapsulated in a single plastic bag all he needs
an evening of forgotten troubles
in a 330ml can.
a day of relaxation and tarry goodness
in a box of 20s.
an hour of his deepest desires
in a glossy magazine.
His life bleeps before his eyes one at a time
bleep.
bleep.
bleep.
A knell for every broken promise
a knell for [...]

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