Pure white snow in the park.
Sun shines thru the bottle of beer.
Mr Rollins grunts in my ear,
while pigeons fuck on the road.
It's tender,
it's trashy,
it's sweet.
A girl and a guy pass me,
the girl looks at the pigeons,
looks at the guy
and smiles,
and the guy looks at her
and turns deep-red.
All the world in those pigeons,
in those people,
in my beer,
in my cigarettes'smoke.
Love.
L-O-V-E.
LOVE
rules the world,
and that's the happiness.