Imported beer seemed to be all they cared about
afternoons of hall parties and bathtub bashes
Comparison and measuring each lifestyle
and each unfortunate thereby chained
You couldn´t change it
even in the spectrum window of things you will become
Not even if you got on a bus today to run
The city sits on you like a chicken on a chick
The city polishes that window of yours
but only in the corners it deems worthy
And the bias runs down gullets like imported beer
And is exchanged for harsh reality bathwater
All the pieces of you in that window
Your social media self measurable
Your online aura, woollen
For a hundred million like you have been lumped into a lense
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