Who cares about identity!?

Are we here for a fun time?

The run time for this movie is

Three hours and twenty-eight minutes:

A long time even if we’re on time if we

Unwind and confide

Remind one another

The high tides and the low tides

And the show times and the sun dried

Tomatoes get better with some thyme.

All we have are one-liners and stop

Watch timers.
I am a bit red from the sun I am

A bit unwell and undone and

Unhinged, on the run from

My crisis, what crisis? Really, there was naan.

I was the one who mixed and mixed

From pure bread to pun. Intentionally,

Or unintended maybe, they asked, where

Are you from? I said down under, I was from

The south of Australia. Centre, the central

Steppes of Asia I said under there, you know,

Under the cloth there is a sloth who

May be too lazy for fun. From lazy eye

To lazy eye we questioned conundrums. We

Sat in circles and created referendums,

Sought markers from PCR runs and

Shook fists at PRC guns, hid behind

Great wonders and drank red serums,

Hoping for an answer to our mind’s deliriums.
But who cares about identity?

Are we here for a fun time?

I’m here to place an arm around her, I’m

Here to go on a verdant adventure

With people to whom food is the greatest pleasure

With people who throw the greatest treasure

Into the pits of the fire, face still hot with desire

Isn’t that fun?
In the orchard of apple groves

She waits for her lover by an apricot tree

I think she drove herself to madness deliberately

A transcendental madness, lovingly

Wondering where on earth they could be

Together, together with no identities.

They spoke until the end of time, until

The sun burned a hole through the sunnier climes

And we stopped watching the clock to dig deeper into

This soliloquy. Who cares about identity..?

I just came here for a fun time and

Honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now.

I say, perhaps I’m wired this way, always

Tired this way, always inspired yet

Dismayed to see what transpires in

Me.