the last two girls i stalked in my city went nowhere.
the first dreamt of butterfly tattoos that flew from 
her hair
and curled around her belly 
and the second wrote this awkward poetry. 
10 lines 6 fonts 4 colours and all i can remember is 
"love is all i have to give" 
we're like, love (love) and (and) train (train) fare..

(we made monsters but monsters don't scare you)
we worked for days but the conscience never came
(we made zombies to fight your zombies)
and now they stare each other out in the sanctuary on 
saturdays. 
(mutton dressed as lamb)
a wasted call from birmingham

smashed and head for the library",
well, i do drink, i've done that and i still owe the 
money. 
how the champagne girls sit on the stand and look out 
though the crowd, 
how nothing is wasted or compromised. the champagne 
girls won't get you in. 
its like, love, and, train, fare. 
mutton dressed as mutton dressed as mutton dressed as 
lamb, 
(we made monsters but monsters don't scare you)
we worked for days but the conscience never came
(we made zombies to fight your zombies)
and now they stare each other out in the sanctuary on 
saturdays. 
(mutton dressed as lamb)
mutton dressed as lamb.....