Peas (petit & varied)

Wish I was not here
Is it Friday tomorrow
Are you a moron
I try my very best to
I am not a calendar
Self evidently
Trying to be funny are you
It never works when I do
Who disappeared then
Smoke blows out my ass
A tobacconist

Wish I was not here
Is it Friday tomorrow
Are you a moron
I try my very best to
I am not a calendar
Self evidently
Trying to be funny are you
It never works when I do
Who disappeared then
Smoke blows out my ass
A tobacconist
Damn clammy, warm, irksome night,
big mall full of grievances,
trams of packed mania,
never reaching the end
cellars of odium,
vapid sapid entropy,
subterranean halogen
car parks full of winos
choreographic knife gangs,
dun roaming big time
noisy empty tenements,
emblematic anthems to
blank random ignorance