The tea is brewing.
Will I go home fat from eating too much or thin from walking too much?
Or stupid, from wondering too much about silly things?
I've just finished a re-worked song and will be able to sing it with confidence. Instead of a broken romance, it's about toxic politicians.
The crows in the graveyard outside my window are yarping backing vocals in the chorus.
They've got the vibe.
No cooing pigeons in this one.
Tea done. Back to work.
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