Lad with a mouth, loud lauts gotta shout, But there's nought profound to be found In the sound spilling out.
A flicker and a flutter of his platter; A splitter, a splatter, Spraying splashing spit dispenser. Twister, tengo, tempo, soft tongue dancer Doing the worm to wiggle words into form. Peter changes with an interpreter After a translators had their way, If they so choose. Define a sign to find value Not in it's use or what it can do. So build a statue of Zeus And put a deus into it like glue. He misses her kisses, finds lips to replace her Calls them a name they say on an early date. They say so much. Read between the lines to find white And nothing but.
Inspired by a video I saw relating Jean Baudrillard to American ******.
"What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet." -Shakespeare
"I thought I saw you in The Battleship but it was only a look alike She was nothing but a vision trick under the warning light She was close, close enough to be your ghost But my chances turned to toast when I asked her if I could call her your name." -Arctic Monkeys