Selection of

worn out shoes

walking your way

Keep on dancing

they said with a hollow voice

and my feet just tippety-toed away

Journey of rotten tomatoes

going to their grave

at some McDonalds drive-through

And with a smile my feet are walking

into the doorway of teenagers with no hope

Kiss me goodnight the cashier said

and my Credit-card kissed her all the way home

The hamburger slippering down my throat

filling every cell with over-cooked meat and onions

And an hour later the remainings going down the toilet

And tomorrow the history repeats itself

over and over again