Caught off guard by another liquorice love lock,
Nothing short of an acquired taste.
Country girls and sewer rats,
Whirling through a moonlit waltz.
Whose neck is that above that line,
Wondering if it will snow this winter?
She's getting creepily closer,
An eclipsing eyelash told me so.
Secrets whispered into my ear by a viper's tongue,
A fork in the road long overdue,
Flying up behind me with a neon shadow.
Subtle Suzie setting the scene,
Somebody lend the girl a pill.
Pupils quickly escaping the classroom,
Desperate to breathe chalk dust from the blackboard.
Back and forth on a merry-go-round,
Shimmering cheek bones just a distraction.
Eyes to the floor,
Shoelaces knotted together,
It was always intended to end with a trip.
Vulgar stars rattled by a forceful sun,
Suit up and tie on,
Power up and pretend...
...stick to the fucking script please...
