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Skin pinked in the August heat Thick with sunlight, we sit on the patio One ordered a Manhattan Another that local piss-in-a glass pilsner The typical name dropping Of “priest so and so” and “The one I pretend to be my close friend but we never talk about anything real” Place cards adhered to locations Cabins, sports and Disney vacations Dreams that make up the American childhood Those women are always a little louder Those raging extroverts Social club doorkeepers Definers of the status quo If they never had kids Who would they be? In their six bedroom homes and Forgotten memories Of why they said “yes” Talk faster! The topic just veered to the left Tacky dangling earrings shout— "Follow the prescription of happiness I can’t hear you and I don’t want to!" That sun just kept beating down Nodding and smiling at vacuous words I started reciting song lyrics inside of my head
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
Social Dressed in Norms
Skin pinked in the August heat Thick with sunlight, we sit on the patio One ordered a Manhattan Another that local piss-in-a glass pilsner The typical name dropping Of “priest so and so” and “The one I pretend to be my close friend but we never talk about anything real” Place cards adhered to locations Cabins, sports and Disney vacations Dreams that make up the American childhood Those women are always a little louder Those raging extroverts Social club doorkeepers Definers of the status quo If they never had kids Who would they be? In their six bedroom homes and Forgotten memories Of why they said “yes” Talk faster! The topic just veered to the left Tacky dangling earrings shout— "Follow the prescription of happiness I can’t hear you and I don’t want to!" That sun just kept beating down Nodding and smiling at vacuous words I started reciting song lyrics inside of my head
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Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
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