Passing ships, parking meters. No small hit, massive speakers.
Throttle it, feeding time, duck it; my ears are bleeding on my sneakers.
A Frisbee is only a Frisbee if you catch it. Otherwise, you’re just Frisaye.
If you’re not going to throw it, believe me- we’ll take it away.
Misery can only love a kind of company. Smiles & frowns;
A stage is only befitting of a crown, until the jester meets the crowd.
Parting ways can harden a heart, to rock & stone. Happily.
Just because I’m not famous, doesn’t mean they’re not after me.