For boys the formula is lust squared, added to lavender oilMultiplied by the number of presses imbibed
While smoking on the patio wearing only a marble bag
Or a shmear of foundation to hide a five o’clock shadow
One hand or a hundred hands across a bare assRespect takes on a different meaning after dark
Or loses meaning, proportionate to the amount of attention needed
At two in the morning “she” might do, besties til' noon
Bathroom priorities turn from need to feedRegardless of the audience, a show is a show, let’s watch
Morning brings work and a feeling of helplessnessThat can only be quelled by Stoli and warm boys.