you fancy men dressed of consequence
you untimely girls of sad circumstance

there are holes in you
where things crawl

smiling and leaving paint
ever so sly
just in case you forget
the mirror is only one shade of a lie

the reminder of sprayed colors
leaking
laughing
the dripping colors from some eye

when the tears mean nothing
and you feel nothing
try to bottle and store your something

remain unforgiven
in the secret place you hide your true face

in holes you crawl
in eyes you charm
when the juice is ripe dripping from your lips
just until everything is quenched

untimely gentlemen of sad circumstance
well dressed women of false consequence