Feeling Thefty

I want to steal this life,
make it mine...

overlooking a fashion show
under the Venice sign,
I am an ant that flew in a metal tube
across a continent
and now eats good food for free
with beautiful women and musicians.

between bat tattoos and years,
tons of marijuana,
these people seem to have zero worries.

they dress like it's the 90s,
which I have been doing my whole life,
but somehow they are better at it than me.

this is a normal Thursday for them,
and the next thing I know,
I am in a club in Santa Monica,
dancing and holding hands 
with a no-strings 20-something
who is apparently writing a book about shoes. 

...the next night is the same,
and I want it even more.