So consumed by the scene they wished To own
As audiences were felled by apnea
They failed to stop the motioning showreel
The missile dropping into the waves
as the jewellery Store is closed
As they boarded planes in jeans to see the world
And pick out clothes to dress in ways
That may apparel to princesses on darklight beaches
Once of teen fashion magazines
Carnivals Found across from Acorn colleges
Building connections to glowing furnace
Feeding Bigger society busy encouraging
The engaging with men whom had already
Experienced serviced Desire
Dining with fashion buyers and trying hooves.
As the alibis are now top shelved
Away From those hands that think they can decode
What I was trying to say hidden in a comma and toes.
Popularism will go to your head and lead you to trees
And the clearing of fields for that ride on
A Empty motorway.