I Used To Be An Actor

seven pints, full of myself
no comfort in a third-culture
don't shy away from
being named
there's too much, to be

our comments comatosis
suffered from a mild heart attack
when complaining is half the battle
and all the serves are aimed at flattery

there's always the third-culture
a space for which there is no place
where unity is a jingle-jangle
knowing it has left something out

our comments comatosis
suffered from a mild heart attack
when complaining is half the battle
and all the serves are aimed at flattery

let's fix our global eyes
on from
that which there is to be
done

the economy of words here
is a system of flattery over matter

the economy of words here
is a system of flattery

when complaining is half the battle