you've got him eating out of your hand
and from either far or near, he looks like a silly lopsided dog to me.
fake the real flowers be
bland the taste of salt.
bitter and hardened like a willow tree
singing merry like the undertaker's song
SYF presents rocked.
people rocked.
and somehow, something became so insignificant.
and it was good.
Honours deserved it.
