Times

Can’t come up with these words fast enough .

Think about it son. Before you cross the line.

These are the Time of times, running it into me. In my time why does she cry. One more for the crimes of the times.

Reading tik tock like it’s a goddes. Face glued, sewed to the screen. No wonder why so many people end up on the fender. Watching the times fly by. It happens all day and all night. Running, flying bye. And all you don’t see is me. I see you watching this thing. Wondering why you appear not to care. It’s making all of you, making all so harsh. So entitled and no respect. Over sexualized. And now even I can’t remember the times. Now the times of old. I play clash by day and watch tv all night. Catching by the day, and on a lot of call. Thinking about the F R Four. Engaging as the catheter. Here it comes. The contrast flowing bold. Turn it up. All I want is old. Slow it down and Let me in. I can’t see inside. Time flies bye. Make yourself like I see on your insta. Make yourself and I’ll make me. We can be compatible and we can be free. Put it on repeat. I remember not trying. Not flying. Not buying. Not saying it doesn’t matter. 5 foot 2 and she never sees me.never sees me.