High and Cry by Radiohead
Might be the song that finally kills me.
Carefully constructed
For nine months
Built a whole world out of
Seventeen years.
Strengthened, determined
Gutted and incinerated
By an LOL,
GTG.
All the sharp points and inclines
Of line graphs
Dull and flatten on the I-4.
There is no hierarchy
In the overture of a spinning semi.
