Let’s get weird
by Luke Otley
Naw, we need more…
He said she wanta get used,
Alright, but now where is she?
I swear I saw her outside smoking slyly
In the moonlight the white bright shinin’
Through the hole in her tights –
Cherry lips stain damp cigarettes and
Her laugh is the cry of every guy, high
That thought they had her.
The cue’s tip smokes at her hip as
I melt into my felt green dream
Also, life’s a beach an I got sand in me shorts.