Just dance
As creeping conformity plagues you
An abnormal abscess grown to
Lip gloss lies
No big surprise
Cocktail of alcohol, pills and wine
Sleep as the beat dies, dies, dies.
Author notes
(These are random lyrics/verses I'll start putting up to ease my creativity and maybe make a song out of?! This kinda echoes my views on the fact no one celebrates natural beauty anymore, where people commit suicide or anorexic etc. because they don't conform physically, mentally, sexually- whatever. I was listening to Radiohead's "Fake Plastic Trees" at the time too...)
What did you think
Comments
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Very nice. The third stanza was my favorite, it had a perfect beat.
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perfect rhythm, really.
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