A/B

Pax Americana, fax Australiana

Smoked a banana and visualised a liquid metal Virginia Woolf

Liposuction Tuesday, steak night Wednesday

Breast augmentation payed for caviar on Christmas Day

And if I work on an afternoon

By May, we'll both be on the moon

Touching glasses with Richard Branson

And his harpy queens

I'm too apathetic to defend my heterosexuality

But I'll not lie here on my phone while being fucked by the Man

He—

The body of a man who died—

Do you wan—

Sixty seconds—

Angel, angel, you talked to me

And I don't even care if you were lying about being clean

Angel, you're still an angel despite the speed

Only seventeen, with blackened teeth

Angel, you talked to me

And I don't even care if you were lying about being clean

Angel, you're still an angel despite the speed

Only seventeen, with blackened teeth