Let down the wall, try not to use a piano, you'll amaze yourself.
Take care to keep them straight; whilst not easy it's within reach.
Run mobile discos, but it's pointless my guru told me.
All you need is cash and the girls like it, I never realised it would become a cliché.
Some of them have bits of me, evidently the line to use next time.
Rubbing away the planets and playing rhythm guitar, the 90's were a good idea.
Fantasies of eyes on stalks and by coincidence we rode a scooter.
Ah well, let them.
On their return they were History, the best thing really.
Electronic pop signed, and shampoo gave me a job she admits.
I'll design ties for Bloomingdales, giving the meal a miss.
The truth is, in essence becoming more complex.
Gold spawned a kind of gritty voice in my mind, only to remerge smirking.
The boys found the day laminated, just like the film.
Published in Velveteen Zine