The Chink Of Glass Bottles
And A Blatant Lie.
Raised Fists Mean Nothing
When Disgust Follows Closely.
Old Habits Die Hard
By Way Of A Flinch.
A Bottle Is A Weapon
In More Ways Than One,
Dye Your Hair,
Streak Some Blonde Through It.
Lower Your Top,
Show More Flesh Than Necessary.
Put On That Blue Eye Shadow;
The One Everyone Is Wearing These Days.
Trowel It On So Everyone Will Notice.
Make A Phone Call