Leather jacket struts down a boardwalk.
Tight jeans, strong back, you can see the boat keys.
Buy our fabric softener.

"God, what a tool" you laugh.
(This for the dreamer)


200 Horses cornering black leather interior.
Long blond hair wisps across lightly tanned breasts.
1500 cash back.

"So, I work 5 years and then I can show up in style!" you say sarcastically.
(This for the dreamer)


Little girl throws leaves in the air.
Her mother smiles as the camera zooms in on her "Sweater"
You've been Target'ed

"What the hell are they selling?"
(This for the dreamer)


A young man aged lies
On a side so full of laughter
A young man aged dies
A path walked by sons soon after



(This for the dreamers who die in their sleep)
(Changelessly prodding all of the "Sheep")
(Outlived are the warriors dead in the street)
(No irony found then they're last breath doth fleet)

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