Bad News

And maybe we should escape for a while
leave the whinging man,
with tar and sunken cheeks,
the jeans falling down.
The cigar well sucked,
smoke rises
our hopes sink
The man gives up,
shaking in despair,
monotone and sniffles,
the shuffling of heavy feet
weighted down by bad news.

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