Gotta run, run, run.
Fetch an order. Cycle. Deliver.
Fetch an order. Cycle. Deliver.
Catch my breath, clean up my sweat, lay down and wait.
No time to dream.
As I close my eyes, tomorrow is already here.
Gotta ride, ride, ride.
And on my back, carry food I can’t eat.
Archeofuturism Today 
Very sad, Saâd….
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