In Silver Lake two sunsets veil
Ten techniques to make the bail
I hear it happens every day.
As Texas stars begin to fade,
Embara**ed patrons, overpaid,
Feel entitled to anything that comes they're way.
Still, unsullied lines and browns collide.
Persistent crease, your skin, revised,
Olive and otherwise.
In race conditions, no consequence;
With a pouty trance you ask to dance.
But hey,
No one ever dances anyway.
In two-tone lit
Reverse amone lighter tricks,
I can't rehearse
The proper lines or appropriate verse,
So i've got nothing new to say.