here we sit
in anticipation.
prince and princess –
oiled bodies,
scented lobes.
as the sweet little things
toil away in pain –
joints bursting,
muscles snapping.
oh sweet little fools:
bring us your one song!
read us your ultimate verse!
as your worlds collapse
and all hope is gone:
everything is fine.
disillusion is birth.
happy never made us happy anyway.
you can be everything
as everything is your own
the only thing you cannot be
is low.