We’re simple guys
a cigaret burning in one hand
baited nails in the other.
We’re just screams and hope, and hard core, and old school.
A new dream each morning.
A beer and music and friend: enough. we’re happy.
Stay afar with your 8-hours-a-day jobs,
your nice tie,
your glass of white wine.
All running to the office,
to the bank, to your son’s school, to yoga classes, to wax your legs, to to to to.
Happy faces and
uncombed hair after sex .
Let us believe we can be like that,
and be that forever.