Day by Day By
MICHAEL DOUGHTY
The future is old news
Some ruse, the choice you choose
Decked out like a financier
Feckless like the fox you fear
Yeah, for the trophy cup
The university of prom queen runners-up
Drowse in the immeasurable
Pleather and wool, it's a headier pull
No chance, lose your trance
Napping like the sycophants
I never laughed when I saw you dance
I never giggled at your elegance
Retrace your paces
Porous faces, come up aces
This, and you're ready to kiss
That, that, like an acrobat
Adventures unmentionable
Free and consensual
I swab, fix the job
I feel, nix the deal
Thereof, men to shove
Let's stay, soup of the day
It's time, love c-rime
It's real, things to feel
It's done, so's the fun
Be free, tread on me