Metrosexual Masacre

Written by: Owen Drahkele

Large pieces of what didn't
Happen or what connects
Not available at the moment

It's not about space
Or traffic
But yesterday
Now crunch on this, fucker

The word doctor told me
That's why the moon
Transitioned to a woman
In a blue evening gown

Ok, kisses and lips
Of her dictionary
Planted on my forehead