fake plants.
The time in between,
has stretched out 6,6,6 ways.
I know it’s done in two,
when enough’s never done in lays.
One good thing happens,
the life is gold,
but it falls quite quickly,
with a tension to hold.
It roughed in two,
and split the cuff,
Was no longer in limit,
she called your bluff.
So admit the fraud,
and swallow it whole,
there’s not much of a life,
if your life’s got a two-way toll.
xx
–V