Side Project

Flourescent orange, slippery, and unpredictable. Reminds me of a girl I used to date who would cake herself in Bahama Bronze (Spray Tan in a Can). That didn't last long.

There's a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
and he's always at home bitching* about the new ball.

* I wanted to use the word "griping," but let's face it, I'm bitching. I hope that doesn't sound too offensive to bitches.