Once more with feeling

We are all steadfast voyeurs, bound by the simplicity of it all. 

Hold frame, no bounce qualities.

Perch, preach, sing! Laugh a little, light a cigarette, you have one.

Dance, no bounce qualities. 

Such is the scope of things. 

Once fallen, light that cigarette.

Sinister thoughts, and strangers say, oh how wonderful.

Once more with feeling; no fucking bounce qualities.