I seen them come and watched them go and I know not one of those spoke of Michelangelo, it was all about the latest date, the tricks of men and fate the risky business, foreplay for the afternoon, Spotify, don't come too soon, but never Michelangelo.
When and what brings me to this junction of people, this queue of lonely, this hunger monger looks into space and he looks at himself and his face doesn't fit, mirror mirror on the wall *******, ****, but that's childish and so I edit childishly with lipstick from My Auntie V, which was short for Vivian and Viv died back in '74, not sure why I kept her lipstick but I also kept lots more. (sore points make for scabby wounds)
And if I cough again I'll wet myself, jeez, you'd think the body could hold itself intact. I only lack the know how and I know that now and I know that no one talks of Michelangelo, just Bieber and Dicaprio, time to go? I guess it is and somewhat so touching on Michelangelo because no one else does.
The wasteland and thanks T.S, I borrowed Michelangelo for the morning.