i'm parched
i'm like the hills
over lust and cheap thrills
kids skip over me
they like me as their toy
and i suppose i like the weight they shift
it's a perpetual short term tuned to the music they dance to
but even if i'm around enough i only get as far as
airport security
as they try to share with me
a brand new adventure
but all that equipps me is discovered
when the security guards cut me open
in search of all my threatening or intimidating flaws
only to forbid my going any further
and just like your girlfriend said
it only takes a few moments and a replacement
to leave the memory of me
at bay with the ashes of all the other
born-aliens who died trying to speak earth.
and you wonder why your beach is polluted...
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