The top is to me
what the bottom is to you.
We graze, free-range, uncaged.

The Sun don't shine on places
where cynicism rules.
With no tourists. Just us that worship the torrents.

For abbreviates they sure do
take up a lot of space.
Use my T.V and my P.C. as bouys.

I swear to you they float
and keep you alive for one more show.
Drifting, simply existing.

So if someone were to light a match under me
my guess is it would only end in surgery.