Welcome to planet pod,
Where insects sound like lasers,
And men who wear abrasive hats,
With eyeballs judge like juries,
And skin that flakes like ancient paint,
suffocate contentment
birds creep over thin roofs
like criminals with tap shoes
Stain the gla** with windows,
Extortionate and cold stab
We're much preferred customers,
and honestly I don't care
You'll get a chance, another chance, one more sun
Drape the concrete curtains, over empty spaces
Age is just a number drawn on empty faces
...sun
...sun