pale purple nipples

goose pimpled

she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot

alone in the city

infested with faces

immune to new friendships

interested in places she's never seen

she says everything is grey here

and nothing is green

the girls from down the street

sixteen, seventeen years old

you can smell them getting pregnant

you can hear their rock and roll

that's america

you have to be tough

like a glad trash bag

the government's an old nag

with a good pedigree

but pedigree's don't help you and me

i see the precedent is grey here

and nothing is green

unless something unforseen happens

i'm surrounded by the haves

they say i can have some too

just because of what i do

do they think a lot

about those who have not

or does it just distract them

from what they do

most of us have grey

except for those who can pay

for green

i'm torn

i'm torn

rejecting outfits offered me

regretting things i've worn

when i was still playing roles

to fill holes

in my conception of who i am

you know, now i understand

it's not important to be defined

it's only important to use your time well

well time is something nobody can buy

and nobody can sell you

so don't let anybody tell you

they have the advantage

because all the grey people can say every day

doesn't mean anything

if your mind is green



pale purple nipples

goose pimpled

she shivers shifts from a walk to a trot

alone in the city

infested with faces

immune to new friendships

interested in places she's never seen

she says everything is grey here

otherwise i'd stay here

but i'm looking for green

just like every human being