I'm still waiting on my 15%
Of net worth ×
Scandals per year ×
Air miles.
I just can't get served.
What place exists
In which we could find ourselves
Waiting?
We are on that side.
What do you feel when stars pop?
It might as well be heaven
For all that you are.
It might as well not have been
For all that it is
To us.
Is there a seat for both of us?
Who's waiting for you
At home?
My blood. Myself.
It's a gray area.
In the executive lounge
In the chocolate fountain
A dead caucasian.
He's aged enough to be your son.
He's innocent enough to be me
A life-time ago.
Can you tell between
Homage and impersonation?
Between fisting and punching?
Between OD and DOA?
Between economy class
And the economic class left behind?
Say "in" without "win".
Say "art" without "star".
Say "rhetor" without rhetoric.
They say you're a singer.
They miscarried me.
Think I wanted to be this
But I just woke up one morning
With its passport.
No one comes to their judgement
But through their empathy.
This kid, leaking into the floor,
Casts a shadow on,
Is wired to, the moon.
This song that started forever
And ended
Feeling at home
Is three minutes long
And never finishes playing.
A.. .ad.. ..oo. u.
All .adly ..ook up
All badly shook up
I .id .o. ge. ..ough
I .id .ot get enough
I did not get enough
Patreon supporters, Only Fans.
You forgot.
Narrow is the way that leads to life.
It's endothelial.
20th century audience at the wrong gate.
The kings are dead.
Long live the royalties.
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