something else


as yet untitled.

i'm not sure who's worse
the unacquainted or the connoisseurs
there's nothing quite so sad
as a smile for the camera, and a pat on the back

don't make me laugh
it's just dot to dot
and a tick in every box in the book

vacuous and bored
you trip and tumble further from the source
i don't know how you sleep at night,
on a bed of big bux and dotted lines

we promise we won't eat you
even if we need to
we all know what you're up to
it will all end in tears