...as of course the reality is, as there is one, he has to spend his days around the likes of little miss early morn at the toilet block..
Who are all after the lanyard jobs, too.... even if over several decades fried their brains into endless chipfat
spattering and they have to spatter something out of their endless sour chit chat
even on a lovely cool morn...
Not one of them ever managed to even ponder how all in the fringe lands are after the same scant resources.
And especially understand that just because all you can ever think of is you, some of us aren't you...
as we did the 'work' over decades to know why not to be...
Which was the 'it'
when even a keyfob will have someone's thumbprint onnit
Now.... it's necessary to move if nothing else so as to be forgotten.
And remembering one last unvisted place to have a nose around that was always going to be even more awful than the rest...
Turns out's the best.
And that is the end of their Road....
