lights out for the cynical sharps for their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks who grease like cops throwing round their weight and i feel dangerous and vexed swinging two ton second guess and every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel and the implication is that you're implicated like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name lights out cos i can see in the dark sidewind m way to the mark of fuse lines gas-wet for a spark i crash i burn i've fully lost it anyway and you're nowhere lights out loser
