Sorry, Kids. I'm a Sellout Now. Watch This Show

Okay, yeah, I write a lot of edgy cigarette poetry,
and mock celestial bodies,
and judge harshly whilst munching biscoti,
oh yeah! I use the world 'whilst'
and I spell it 'colour' ostentatiously
These are all just some of the things I do.
But can we be real for a second?

Pizza is great.

The sky is still blue (for most of us).

The Moon is still orbiting.

We're alive.

And I know pizza is fattening,
and that Hong Kong doesn't know the colour of the sky,
and that the moon is being slowly torn from it's orbit by its outward momentum,
and most of all that being alive is just waiting to be dead.
I know all these things.
I also know other things;

Gimme a sec.

I'm sure there are other things.

Something about music maybe?

Ah shit.

Throw it to commercial. What? 'What do we tell them'? Fuck I don't know, Steve, say technical Difficulties or something! Just Get us off the air! I said, get us of{END OF TRANSMISSION}