pulled pork sliders and brioche fucking buns

I haven't spent a lot of time in Fitzroy of late. So please someone tell me when the fuck did the choice narrow to Meatballs, Sausages Or Burgers served by a shitster (shithouse looking hipster)? Thankfully there is still a welcome reprieve in the lanes behind the exposed brick, incandescent semi industria fucking nightmare of Brunswick Street, 2015

 

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Sitting Ducks

We are sitting ducks.

We cast momentary shadows.

We drink beer at the Trivia night.

We make our mark.

We accumulate shit.

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We make our mark again. And again. And again.

We clear stuff out and leave shit behind.

We chuck so much shit out.

We take the piss.

We catch light that falls on walls.

And we ponder, sitting ducks.
 

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