Plastic And Whores

bees in the bathroom, is that what you saw.
imagine on the one hand you're in a trailer parked home.
or in a basement apartment staring as at your phone.
running all the bedsheets, in a laundry in town.

the children are abducted, while we count what we own.
last call, unintelligent lures.
last call, for the plastic and whores.
i'm scared of being one million years old.

last call, last call
last call, last call.

imagine on the one hand, you meet the one you love.
and fuck in the backseat of a car you stole.
and you rub your hands until you're hot and cold.
proceed on the map, past pentagons and diagonals.