Confetti

Skinny little brats
 Walking down Avenue A
 Dangling their cigarettes
 Their Independence Day
 Tears like filigrees
 Wear them on their sleeves
 Nobody's main squeeze
 It's thirty-five degrees
 Poetry of ordinary life is what I live for
 They just wanna be seen
 They just wanna be heard...
 My words are like Confetti
 And you never pick them up
 They fall to the ground
 I need someone to lift me up
 So diaphanous
 So ephemeral
 And all those bad words
 They never learned in school
 Groovy like my mamma was
 In her black turtle neck
 She was so high strung
 She was so low tech
 Poetry and tattooed dreams
 And fourteen caret nose rings
 The children of elite
 Are trying to be street saying
 My words are like confetti
 And you never pick them up
 They fall to the ground
 I need someone to lift me up
 My words are like confetti
 And you never pick them up
 They fall to the ground
 I need someone to lift me up
 Poetry of ordinary life is what I live for
 They just wanna be seen
 They just wanna be heard...
 My words are like confetti
 And you never pick them up
 They fall to the ground
 I need someone to lift me up
 My words are like confetti
 And you never pick them up
 They fall to the ground
 I need someone to lift me up