Inbetween addresses
Inbetween floors
And hospitality
And no mailbox - can I use yours?

The cellphone is dead
Prospects unknown and yet retired
Extra people dot the landscape
Fierce and unfuckable
They wander like nomads
Free and untouchable.

By commerce or City Hall
People *******
Breeding with no decline.

Swallow words while laughing at it
The System strokes and dies in gurgled spit
All these people laughing
While Earth dies in the midst of it.

The tolerance of trash has gone
They're getting awfully serious now
Choose your planet and stick with it
Your life is a whimsy with ants on it.