You press buttons,
Instead of a loud
what the fuck is this?
and then an is this shit love?
you say order some pizza maybe?
You follow the first random girl home -
some Maria something or some George.
You press -or not press- buttons
to declare I like it,
I am attending.
Instead of telling her
to keep the baby,
you follow the glorious museum of modern art
- I know my art shit,
I know the painter of Guernica.
No museum will come to your bed at night
and kiss you in the back of your neck
-You don't care,
you press buttons.