The words, they come in buzz, dismissing all the he and she "wrotes"...
What's in a name really? All that comes to mind is popularity.
Big neon lights flashing, and big bold font fronting the lines. The bodies they represent are no where to be seen except with the flash photography of fat checks. Like their over-fed faces.
With a signature they make all of the starved dissapear. Like magic pixie dust, money....
it gets the best of us.
It's an aphrodisiac, a priority, a cheap thrill at the tip of our fingertips.
But it makes the world go 'round, and baby who knows what would happen if we stopped spinnin'.