wet socks = worst feeling in the world

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(they're quantifying popularity)
my feet are cold and my shoes are
leaking gutter water

(they're whispering about galleries)
i look out the window and
contemplate rain-grey hours

(they're buying paintings)
outside, traffic is a tired millipede
belching plumes of smog

(they're skipping dinners)
my black umbrella lies wet and
forgotten on the floor of a cab