The drip drop fault,
of a sun burned egg roll,
weaseling its dark heart into precious innocence.
Stop trying to pull the building down on everyone.
You are your own worse enemy.
These anxious times are getting old.
Girl, you'll be a woman soon.
Don't stoop to a millennial level.
Now is our time to take back the night.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.