Shiner.

Bargain
Loose paper waste days
Tiny in the corridor
Gusts and gales of pep cracks
"Sure", dragged out and not meant or trusted
Are you not sick of these people?
I am
I go
Open the fridge and take in the white
The smell of the cooled air before the spoiled ingrediants get to you
The items given extra colour by their placement
At home with the nothingness
When the dial tone ends
When you're sleeping in a car at night
What you hear by accident
It's a joust of desperate limits
Out again
See you tonight