People People

Polyester smiles so frail and dainty
Make up theatrics kept thick and daily
It's all first glance and imaginary portraits
A bright foreground on deep heart puppets

The new day brings us back to the start
Naked infants with sleepy eyes and lost art
A stretch of fantasy sets up another quest
To be someone pretty with a checkered vest

Strap up with proud laces and the darkest shades
Meet with the people that the new scene made
Speak a familiar tongue that we learned yesterday
Never ask the questions that are too gay to say

Playing middle class rasta with our wine and hash
Homeless free spirits with handfuls of cash
The serene glimmer of a second lived inspiration
We're all just misfortune tellers without destination

Turn up your misfit radio and be unique
Pretend you're profound and it's wisdom you seek
Swim in the current or just wade in still water
Become the new batch of artists and potters