We're a Species of Cold Shoulders and Stiff Drinks
by Zachary Franck
In this watered down world of false pretenses
and worthless material objects that cost more
than love and hope, what are we to do?
Day by day, the world spins as eyes roll, we adjust the
Expensive costumes of our identities to fit just right,
I'd like to reside in a utopian state of mind,
But we're a species of cold shoulders and stiff drinks.
If only we took advantage of the everlasting impressions
Of our scarred truths and tattered youth..