My taste in music?
Of course it’s the best
How can it not be?
My music fills my body with bees
Until I vibrate at the same frequency
As the happiest person alive
It pours butterflies down my throat
And into my stomach
It clogs my throat with the urge to
Scream-sing-shout
It pulls the air from my lungs
It suffocates me, kills me, brings me back to life.
Yeah, my music must be the best.
