Nackskott

Wrinkles, cellulite, sagging breasts and running mascara
Fake smiles mixed with verbal diarrhea
The cashier is a part-time whore
Her kindness is suspicious

The teddy bear longs to suck off
A childish humor roars out in laughter
The boredom comes like a flood, I seek a way out
The toy box has spaghetti in its mouth, no one knows what it is
What is there to find here?

Noise arises when chaos breaks out
The fire baptizes toddlers as I blow the shit up in the air