” Why can’t I confess that thought I like Zadig & Voltaire - I still want my clothes back !
So tell him I love him back too . ‘”
Tiny workers in tiny work suits
The workers in the white worker suits
The worker in grimy T-shirt washed light blu jean.
Behind my vision I’m flattened and blank *
I know now what will happen, it’s perfectly clear
From the balcony lips I watch your mistakes *
My lungs are content, but the liver is blind
let’s waste the hole day feeling these things
