Back Talk

A second of shock, White out before impact An artist fading out the words he’s taking back The car crash flamed,Blackout to the scene, Like mascara painted on so her face cant be seen, Like a junkie closing up he’s never coming clean. A second a woman. Second thought a toy, Whose just making a man from an innocent boy, No! She is the toddler and he is the toy, More than her heart gets filled with joy, A boat to sail we could all say ahoy, Now at the end of the day just who is the toy? Its just a big pond and were all koi, Just don’t become sushi covered in soy, Or pretty colours in a can for someone to enjoy, Fuck it your a spaceship & its your time to deploy.