We are shepherded
We have opinion poetry
I have done favours again and
Here come lunchtime agreements
Here comes Heinz, blonde
Shimmering through forty five years
Print condition
We brew, strangely proud
We swing keys on a string
We dangle passes around
Our necks, or have 'em slotted orally, so that
Our pockets can be fingered
What am i to do?
Where am i to go?
Worldwide...force me
To visit www...
It makes a difference
Those two get on well, they
Synchronize the handling of emotions
They spoon-feed personality
They find nobody they
Can really be with