The kid that worked down at the local Baskin-Robbins

Got a tattoo of a lipstick print attached above his collar

I watch him relocating pistachio to a waffle

Thinking I had lost the plot if not the passion for the novel



He asked me what I wanted. I ordered something daft

He said he liked the tattoo Alex drew me of the bats. Thanks

I like it too but modestly confess in present company my coloring is not the main event



Look at that neck. The message is immediate the guy F's chicks

I spent a lot of years making friends with cool artists

So when they drew me tattoos I could truly feel important

It's a 22 year old inside a cube of brick and mortar

Got me questioning my morals in a corny pecking order

I should give a shit less

Cherry? No. Whip? Yes



Lotta Years

Uh, Lotta Years



The girl that worked down at the local juice place

Got a head full of dread locks down to her waist

I watch her add the spinach to the ginger to the grapes

My hair was underwhelming, my juice was f**king great



Some lady orders Maca, compliments the locks

She asked how many years it took the girl to grow the crop

"It took a lot of years and then eventually I cut them, kept them, reattach them anytime I want them."



My mind's f**king blown

Future is amazing, I feel so f**king old

I bet you clone your pets and ride a hoverboard to work

I used a folding map to find the juice place in the first

These kids are running wild I'm still recovering from church

You should have seen me in the nineties I could ollie up a curb

You should have seen me in the eighties I was bumping New Edition dragging acne into Hades



Lotta Years