Caustic Soda Owls Of Laughter
Two little shining people. Huddled close in their Carlton
cave. Magazines fall on the floor and university calls
but they couldn't care either way. And they smile when
they say, "Do you feel like drinking? Do you feel like
going out?" But they do that for a living. The sun may
greet the world but it seems them off to sleep. After
standing straight for several hours, serving brainless
wonders - not dwelling on necessity. Take comfort in each
other. That's all you really need. And their days are
filled with dreamless sleep. But they've got everything
to look forward to. They might've thumbed their nose at
so-called good judgement, at not doing what they're
supposed to. What are they supposed to do? They don't
dwell on anything. And everyone who meets them falls in
love with them instantly. Yeah, I know it happens.
Someone should warn him. You might've kissed her lips.
You might know her name. You might know where she live
but you'll wonder about the next time and if you're ever
going to see her again.
