And so the angels sang
A ballad for two a
Me or you
Rather desperately swinging as couples so
Do, desperately beating on the bathroom door
Who knew the wheels could turn
Out like the back wagon
A horror a whore a horrifying
Night with the girls, 'Ladies Night'
Embrace the pains, the agonies, the struggles
of life with cats
On television, smoking looks cool
Attractive, well-meaning women in power
On a break at a bar, gripping cigarettes between their
Lipstick stained teeth
In a land of fiction,
A dream of being a teenage smoker
In full health
Is just that: Life is just a dream
The bed is stiff, with or without strings
There was no where left to run,
Bad backs, say ain't she 52
30 years of eating cigarette butts leave that strain in the voice
Let us (that being You and I, the I and that U)
Lay in bed, eternity
Nail She to the bed
It's a 'Learning Experience'
Enjoy the test: Can you endure another page?
Sand sprinkles away like a fading image of the past
Yes, but what is the dream and what is the ideal?
Drinks, smokes, and hipster indie rock from up yonder
Idealist dreams for the hedonistic sleaze