cliché
lights red again,
late again,
oh my God
casing the fridge:
not a scrap of blue vein left,
oh my God
year six gossip:
they've broken up
omg
celeb hits the streets:
oh my God,
it's him!
it's her -
oh my God,
let's get out of here
shots in the cafeteria,
Oh my God!
and Tom touched the nailholes
in the carpenter's hands:
oh my God