A/B

Pax Americana
 Fax Australiana
 Smoked a banana and visualised a liquid metal Virginia Woolf
 Liposuction Tuesday
 Steak night Wednesday
 Breast augmentation payed for caviar on Christmas Day
 And if I work on an afternoon
 By May we'll both be on the moon
 Touching glasses with Richard Branson
 And his harpy queens
 I'm too apathetic to defend my heterosexuality
 But I'll not lie here on my phone while being fucked by the Man
 He— the body of a man who died— do you wan— sixty seconds—
 Angel, angel, you talked to me
 And I don't even care if you were lying about being clean
 Angel, you're still an angel despite the speed
 Only seventeen, with blackened teeth
 Angel, you talked to me
 I don't even care if you were lying about being clean
 Angel, you're still an angel despite the speed
 Only seventeen, with blackened teeth