Empty, small airport at midnight Muffled voices, shuffling travelers Weary, heavy-hearted me.
Passing a display of engraved plates "For your wedding, birthday, anniversary" And the one to the left of the middle says "Bourgeoisie Family" Did I read that right? Because that's hilarious.
Fuck these people and their Weddings and babies and Engraved placesettings.
I will live my life as a monument To unrequited love And lay my body down On the altar In the temple of Apollo
Beyond reproach and without regret.
You may come and visit me there - But leave your plates at home.