given that there, the only consequence sloshes in beer bottles
and your basement flat reeks of your loneliness.
The entire poem is filled with bustle, the lonely humans surrounded by other lonely humans. Then here you come to a crashing end in a both physical and mental solitary state. I think it would've been more potent if you kept that isolation of just the mind, and the mind alone, in the feeling of this poem.
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