Snap
Suddenly, I couldn’t take it
It was possibly the smoke
And the girl screaming “Lesbians!”
And the smell of sex, shampoo and perfume
Amongst the mess of male bravado
Young men huh? Boys, huh
Can everybody hear this song?
Can everybody sing along?
While I worry about getting older
Worry when they play Cake on the radio
And dance like a drunken soldier
These people, they all know each other
That’s the advantage they have, I suppose
Their homes are in close proximity
They share a strained familiarity
And therefore, and unfortunately
A common future
October 2010 Derek Wilson
