Look, honey
The cars are driving
Four to five a lane
The sunset is chemical Red
4.5 pH
And your headache,
Is it any better?
I say
The scientist, your friend,
asked so much of me.
Today, he was doing side work
To make ends meet
I touched a new part of his new life
In suburban Florida
you will care
You’ll come
when I reply,
“Not really”
Your greasy eye,
For a second,
will leave the room,
for a second
My life,
It will all be fake
