Toni

Is this how we imitate, our inventive best, by crashin on our brakes, batter open every door, destroy our defences, bend over backward, fuelled by what we take, like all the rest, our bodies twist and shake, fools line up to applaud, think we've passed the test, does two and two make four, if the night's cool probate, scatters across our senses, we count what we make, eye the drunken poor, forgive their presence, join them on the floor, search and dance out pain, it's a task that's blended, won’t chase these away, our new friends.