Confetti

Skinny little brats
Walking down Avenue A
Dangling their cigarettes
Their Independence Day
Tears like ifligrees
Wear them on their sleeves
Nobody's main squeeze
It's thirty-five degrees

Poetry of ordinary life is what I live for
They just wanna bei heard... said

My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up

So diaphanous so ephemeral
And all those bad words
They never learned in school
Groovy like my mama was
In her black turtleneck
She was so high-strung
She was so low tech

Poetry and tattooed dreams
And fourteen carat nose rings
The children of elite
Are trying to be street saying

My words are like confetti
And you never pick them up
They fall to the ground
I need someone to lift me up
Repeat chorus