A superfluous redux
Made better through silicone facade
Faux gestures of nice
Make the heart tingle
And artificial antiquated articles of arduous clothing are shed
In the heat of the moment
Her fluorescent lipstick smeared on his five o'clock shadows
The inherent noxious odors of passion
Churning
The ever consuming nausea of his sanctity
Her laborious lovelorn tranquility suffocated by
His rancid fucking
And triple-sec after taste
Clap! Clap!
But no applause
The occlusion of celluloid shatters the strata
Of acceptable auditory perceptions
