Opening Night
By violetfyre
The hallway seems longer from the end of it Frustrations were growing The roll of duct tape was almost gone We needed vacation The smoking lounge is too small For so much childishness And so many egos I wanted to be out there In our pseudo art gallery But the attitudes push me away So I sat on the floor At the end of the hall By a pay telephone Writing more bad poetry That would never be Featured at an art gallery. ** Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 01:55 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The hallway seems longer from the end of it..."