The Fluer de Lys sing a version of Circles, as her
long lens snapped at his. I didn’t put on my best for
this kiddy shite, the world is round the corner and man,
I want to hear the thud and bounce of ball on wall, an’ all
your doings are getting me soaked.
In this game, pigtailled charm, don’t cut it. You can
cast your heart if you like, but my trainers are spanking, this is
an orbit, in which I won’t admit, I want to glow too.
But, in these lines of best-fit, chewing on the words of others,
just makes me spew.