Beach

I slept late.

I just noticed you are in my car.

"Get out of my car.
You do not deserve to be in my car."

This I think to many.

Their embraces are rushed,
and they cruise at a single altitude.

I kiss no one who lives monochromatically,

I take no communion with those who are incredibly unattractive.
Let me explain:
beach.
- Because that has to mean something.

Divorce from your ugly.
Walk with me.
Let's go somewhere.