Long legs are in this season.
So bring your own cameras.
Prom-queens dream of deflowering each other,
To the sounds of ******* pounding.
Hundreds of tears falling simultaneously.
Who paints these images.
Situations are limited,
Don't you think?
These rifts between the continents.
Indeed, fit together quite nicely.
Are you romantic or just pedantic?
Lands of love are lost like missing contact lenses.
So remove your power cords from faulty sockets.
Rockets to the moon keep time to your tune.
I wonder if truces are too much to ask for?
Did you sour this moment?
By being too loud or intrusive,
While the angels are all moaning,
Phony people throw pebbles into rivers.
Are we awake or are we dreaming?
Keep streams clean,
And instead throw your rocks at people!