Jejune Indistinguishable accents eager to make sense of my two cents. Perched on my fence, liquor fuelled nonsense. Gregarious ashtrays filled with cigarette butt fossils, feeling nostalgic for secrets rolled in glass milk bottles. White shirts and black skirts tracing creases with dirty fingers. Obscure free verse in pseudo theses from wedding singers. Passive aggressive inside laughing, burning paper to kill your darlings. Overdressed middle children. Fortune faded stranded pilgrims. Counting seconds to twenty seven, saving blessings to exit heaven. Heed thy father, for history's repeating. Backwards feet make slow retreating. Pointing out the pointless with two fingers. Pointing out the pointless with two thinkers. Uncertain certainty, drowning all in revelry. Lead us to the cemetery and bury us in symmetry. Never be, be never me. Lending ears to dilettantes. Spare no time for sycophants. Flatten me with flattery. Stick me back and shatter me. Shower me with honesty with no degree of quality. Constancy in irony, cajolery comes constantly. On their skin I taste the vanity, cotton mouthed profanity. Cycle them, then cycle me, in melting pots of alchemy. Nowhere boys in legacy. History we'll never be. Never be, be never me.