A tasteless, formless meal, encased in vintage wrapping,
a trendy snack.
Layer yourselves,
in the linens of your Grandfathers,
You are the In crowd.
Sell your soul,
for a moth-eaten cardigan,
You are a hit now.
Put on the mask and continue the charade,
You are
Fleeting.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
A tasteless, formless meal, encased in vintage wrapping,
a trendy snack.
Layer yourselves,
in the linens of your Grandfathers,
You are the In crowd.
Sell your soul,
for a moth-eaten cardigan,
You are a hit now.
Put on the mask and continue the charade,
You are
Fleeting.
