Petulant

They smile like nothing happened

They look out on the sea

The waves go splash & they don't care

These hard facts indicate to me that:

We're all built the same way -

Subject to the same laws

We all got our influences, I say: why shouldn't I?

We are not lovable in the usual way

The sun shines down on us this day & everyday

We are the pretty boys - self critical - self employed

I feel dangerous & I say: why shouldn't I?

They love this kind of detail

They ape the things they see

This all links up with what I knew -

It all seems sinister to me

My sacred mess my saving graces?

Insufficient alibi - I reason: why shouldn't I?

Some going out some coming round

Some moving up - some slowing down

We learned something back there

Something that licks it's way in - religiously

And I say: why shouldn't I?