Lizard skin pants

I am struggling with patience, staring at the screen of

This fucking machine.

I can write so many stupid things when I loose my calm, and press send,

They will go far, away

But you wear lizard skin pants with your almond eyes.

We are full of compromises, life compromises, but I am beginning to yield

I shuffle all songs, searching for a tune to calm me,

But is Morrissey singing;

“I don’t mind if you forget me…..”