Stick With Iced Tea If You Like It

We are what we are.

Eyeballing a shot of self-importance and

Inhaling cake

When all we want is bread

Le pain quotidien

Wafer thin and wholesome we would sit upon the deckchairs of the world

In tea shades

And a leather onesie

Big enough for two

Siamese and at ease with the bare minimum:

White wash and chipped enamel

Colours outside the line and on our faces

Hands

Dimples

We are what we are.

Onagainoffagain

Wanting our bodies blended with ash, violence and ethanol

Like the Greats

We are karaoke in an over-priced bar.

And you are the biggest offender.