Pretty Faces🌟

Pretty faces


Pretty faces in my view
They're laying in the middle of the room
Bad smell around, dirty clothes on them
The sun rise from behind the hills, 6am

You can barely hear their low voices covered by the silence's loud while they're getting up
The oldest ones are already leaving,
They've no pillow, it costs too much

They're ready to spend their day at the board of a main street
or on the corner of a big square observing all these people get mad for the fall of Wall Street

Their only good is often just a cap to try to keep them warm, useless in this hot period
The time passes between sultriness and insults made by idiots

If you talk to them they will probably avoid you
Maybe for your Gucci hat or for your suit

That's not bad education, that's loss of trust
Almost normal in someone who's been fucked up

Hair all messed up, that's not a problem for them
They live their day till sunset, 9pm