GEA General Election: The Hearing, and The Dawn

Along the night
We had blurry vision
Of plastic glasses
Half empty with black coffee

Lights were low,
High-pitched tones,
And dead cigarettes
Laying on the floor

We wore the same
To bore, to blame,
My rubber shoes
Damped with sweat

Dances were skipped
While our dreamless eyes
Dimmed with exhaustion
Then we slept awake

(After a really tiring hearing….)