A city in the Netherlands where the women tug their hair
like they're trying to prove it won't fall out.
And all the men are gargoyles dipped
long in
Irish stout.
The whole place is pickled and the
people are pickles for sure but no one knows if they've done more here than they ever would do in a jar because it’s Rotterdam, though it could be Liverpool or Rome.
Cause Rotterdam is anywhere. Anywhere alone.
And everyone is blonde and everyone is beautiful but when blondes and beautiful are multiple they become so dull and dutiful.
And when faced with dull and dutiful they
fire red warning flares.
They’re like Battle khaki personality with red underwear