Beer Cans

They call out in fun playing as children happy drunks some unhappy. Faces appear through the fences. Falling into each other staggering from sloshing minds that bath in foam. I cannot remember hardly any thing now the streets consume me from the inside out and I would like to be like you safe. Make a sweet movie with music and dance. Fresh warm fruity muffins spread out, as I wait on the child I never was. I long and was made for. Your beer cans travel with me to become some thing else. Taking on a fresh new life all on thier own.