Half past four

we hunt in a pack

tall legs with lethal spikes

burnt hair and fake skin

help us lure our prey

and pull the net tighter

we are all the same

so its easier to be chosen

to be pushed against a wall

to be taken for a good time

its fun to watch the room spin

lose track of time with a stranger

and wipe sick of mouth’s corner

when our smile wears thin

and of course we smile

we’re having so much fun

not hearing out words 

let alone what we think

let’s pour that liquid

let the good times roll

prefer a shot, a kiss, a smoke

to numb the pain

and when we’re back home

wiping the lies off our face

we laugh- aren’t we convincing?

we almost fooled ourselves as well