Effetism - Little Comets

Effete, makeweight

Nobody cares about you

On your birth date

Wake up: pretend you’ve

Beaten sleep

I guest you’ve finally

Made it to the back teeth

Effete: to weigh less

Maillot jaune scars

But now you’re staring

At a set of new stars

Free Lance from a packed cell

Hematocrit’ll kick you

Where your hope dwells

Effete, weightless

Depress to depress

Shake off to shake off:

The effete

Everyone was gushing but you never did blush

Bawdy implication was it part of the rush?

Acting so ephemeral according to style

You bully and you sully with a national guile

Everything was open but your mouth stayed

You’d been dealing with the feelings of a seminal cut

The single greatest story and I hoped it was true

But the words on the cover said a lot more about you