1780

NOVEMBER 30, 60 DEGREES

It's glorious among the apples
In their rustic wood boxes, so correct
They're a hex on the too too marketed
Everything in the windows, all swirls
And overexposed burn-flashes

Everyone in New York is a beautiful woman
The only thing to do is look straight ahead
And say what you feel that instant, make it
The constant cooperative conflict textbooks
Scam us calling it democracy, it's not
Anything but take what you want