She admires her well groomed cuticles
He swims in pharmaceuticals
Stroking through the bull shit
Pretending to be content with it
Three times the dose
Close to comatose
Osmosis from the crowd
Screaming zeal out loud
Writhing to the band
As if they truly understand
Dreams of glory pale
Reality exhales
Clinging to such hopeful thoughts
Deep inside
Quite distraught
It doesn’t matter why
Damn sure doesn’t matter who
If they only knew
How this story ends…………
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010
