To be forced to be polite
Seems impolite in the sense
Of totalitarian obsession towards the dismal
Prodesmae of niceties.

Sell you a show.. Buy you a ticket.
”Honey, I know everyone!! I can get you in!!””
Bullshit quake for a cracker and a duck won’t even eat that if you know what I mean.

Friends who don’t hug but rather send a quick meme or something I thought about you. This is the way.
Don’t favor me in your pity acting is if I’m so dismal in my servitude of existence my new experiences must be bought.

I surf everyday in my mind and on keys at the same desk that was gonna be burned to pay barracks rent for a renovation.
Milian knows gold and I’ve forged a many urns before.
Chamberpots are porcelain.
Enjoy your new flower-vase.