Lipstick Terrorist
Eating peanut butter off toast
On a cold autumnal day
We stare out of the window
Unemployed like terrorists
In the waiting
For new comers to be full-up with
The noise of the favourite
Coming in.
Free water terrorists we come in from
The cold weather
But not the cheerful endeavor
Of being in the know.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 