Grey. Grey days,
grey offices, grey desks,
and grey streets.
Same old grey coffee,
marketing producers,
indie film makers, 
and ageing punk bands,
solemly swear its black.
But we know its grey,
Grey black coffee.
Greys the new black,
the old black,
the present black.
Grey is everything.

This is actully a happy poem, its just not finished yet.